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do you know those songs,
those songs that make sense of everything?
they make life seem to be easily explained.
they ask questions you couldn’t find words for.
they soundtrack your mind wandering into space.
the songs that pick at your chords,
they grab your tears right out of your eyes
they help you feel for ahwile.
you hear every instrument, every beat, chord, drum
every tune and note
you’re rejuvinated. your blood is dancing, and for a moment your mind is free.
free from worry, free from stress, free from restraint.
you’re allowed to feel.
that keep you honest.
do you know those songs?
i had a dream that i had to save my dogs from aliens, and then again from starvation.
that’s how much i love them, i dream about taking care of them to the point i wake up stressed out.
i am the ladder of crazy cat lady. the ladder!
i once wrote a song that i believed could change the world.
it was beautiful, you see
inspiring you could say with each exhale a lighter call than the next. the sounds floated along the air, dancing into my ears
my walls vibrated with exhiliration, gently falling into pieces, crumbling down
i sang it loud, i sang it to myself.
i sang it to anyone who would join me.
once i sang it with such happiness my voice alone picked me right off the ground as i floated in the clouds.
i swam in the sky.
beside me flew birds. white islands of clouds and wind. and glistening stars, nice enough to whisper their dust on me as a flew on.
my song carried me across the oceans.
i saw the deepest blue of the toughest waves,
the most lively of animals skipping through water.
i never tired, i never stopped. i continued through the most beautiful and treacherous of weather. i used my voice to lift the tears off every being i crossed. i used my sound to charm every lover with doubt. i used my words to stretch every thin mind.
i used my song to make me happy.
there is a sadness here.
there is a downfall
there is a moment when my song is harpooned in midair and my body comets to the earth in a deadly crash. there will be a moment of absolute silence.
i just haven’t come to it yet.
there is peace knowing i will succeed.
there is peace knowing i am alive.
there is peace knowing that i do not know everything,
and that there is certainly no one who truly does.
true peace is staring chaos in it’s thousands of beady little destructive eyes and smiling.
true peace is not isolation, is not organization, not even a lack of materials. true peace is not quantifiable by space or time. but by state of mind.
true peace is knowing you will die, knowing, your memory will fade, your soul will float away with the erosion of sands, knowing you eventually mold into nothing more then a blade of grass and yet, you are at most content.
peace is not a fantasy.
peace is not death.
peace is not intangible.
peace is not imaginary.