mythoughtsxactly's posterous http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com My random thoughts on life and how it operates :) posterous.com Sat, 21 May 2011 19:13:06 -0700 My Apologies http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com/my-apologies http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com/my-apologies I'm sorry that my involuntary absense expedited our separation. But it seemed that even my presence would not have haulted this inevitable happening. For though our time shared was truly unforgettable, they existed through false pretenses. We were not the lovers we had feined ourselves into believing we were. We were simply two kids - searching for love by overcomplicating a friendship. I apologize for my foolish cognition and wait patiently, considering the unlikely possibility that we will continue our relationship in the years ahead.

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Fri, 11 Feb 2011 22:22:00 -0800 Fear http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com/fear http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com/fear

Falling.
It's sick, really.
For me at least.
See, I didnt know what was happening, just that it did. without warning or a safety net to land in.
But I didnt care.
Cuz the way I was falling, the trip down, had me thinking it was right.
Had me thinking that everything was going as planned...
That the pure white sun and blazing yellow moon were in perfect harmony.
Made me think the stars were in the sky, s c a t t e r e d, yes, but only because they didn't quite Know how to spell out Your name and put it right next to mine.
...but it wasn't. 
It was obvious in the looks I got from my peers, the words from my friends, the scorn from my Family...
And what was worse - I didn't care; I didn't want to climb up.
If everything were to stay as perfectly imperfect as it was - the collapsing World around us - it was Fine by me.
But...
He had to make a name for himself.
He had to show me that he could climb back to the top without so much as a Scar.                         no Bruises,                                                                                                                                     No broken bones.
Had to make me feel like it was my fault for falling without the certainty of my strength to climb Back up.

So now I gather myself.

Remembering to tie both shoes before going out.

Remembering to step over any cracks in the ground.

Always remembering...

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Sat, 22 Jan 2011 09:53:00 -0800 family + friends = Fands! http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com/family-friends-fands http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com/family-friends-fands

I just made that up, literally. I kow it's lame but you'll understand once you read this...IF you read this.

So. Last night was a very eventful night for reasons that will go unmentioned. However, my friends were there with and for me the entire time though. Which got me thinking:

Everyone says friends are so important 'cause you need someone to talk to and share love with and yada yada. Which is, in part, true. But in reality, you can talk to your family like that. Sure most people don't and some don't have a family. However, you (or at least I) reach a point in a friendship where you share love for your friends. And, in my opinion, that love makes them familiy. They have all the qualities that a member of your family has and you see them [if you attend the same school of course] almost everyday! As you do your family. My point is, I rely on my family for a number of things including support, love, guidance, and help and I [maybe not "you"] rely on my friends for the same. My friends are my family.

 

Maybe I am just going along with what everyone else already says, but I just realized it for myself. I wanted to write this. Do you agree?

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Sun, 26 Dec 2010 21:50:00 -0800 the Beauty in Music http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com/the-beauty-in-music http://mythoughtsxactly.posterous.com/the-beauty-in-music

The beat.

Rhythmic.

Baseline either slow and steady, or fast and thumpin’. Piano flows through my ears from the background – quiet, so only heard in the breakdown. Guitar chimes in and hits notes no one can imitate through plain vocals – m a g i c.

Snare fills in snaps for every time you forget the lyrics or need to catch your breath. It never leaves you hangin’.

These sounds combine to create the most perfect melody just waiting, pleading for someone to cover them; tame them.

 

The voice.

Obligated, as by uninformed consent, it glides onto the track. Provides breaks and harmonies wherever the melody guides it.

Emerging as Powerful...or as Gentle...or as Sincere as necessary to create a mix unprecedented by A N Y other creation.

 

The relationship between a beat and Her artist can elicit any feeling ever described, never described. The relationship IS the emotion. This IS passion. This IS desire. This IS heartache. This IS love.

 

THIS is Beauty.

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