sound

A period of upheaval...or perhaps just a period of stagnance.

I am so uninspired, yet bursting with emotion that I can't share with pretty much anyone.

To take a more narrative-like approach, I got my results yesterday. And...
And, I look at them and think "this is what my education has amounted to?" Actually, no, I never thought that until now, when I'm stuck in this contemplative mode, blogging. I look at them and feel nothing. So empty. Because of they way they hold so much negative meaning, and they in which they truly don't mean anything at all, you know.

What is a number?
I remember I tried to escape them, evict them from my existence about a month ago. It was an impossibly hard task, that subsequently failed. It wasn't even an eloquent failure. Nothing poetic about running away from something that most definitely cannot be run away from.

I really like this old song at the moment. It's called 'Moonlight in Vermont.' Now, that is poetic. Each verse is a carefully constructed haiku ...

Pennies in a stream
Falling leaves a sycamore
Moonlight in Vermont

Gentle finger waves
Ski trails down a mountain side
Snow light in Vermont

and it continues, in a certain elegance. I'd like to do that...not say much, but say everything in such purely beautiful imagery. But that's where the music enhances it. The way it's composed is so smooth. It's hard to not be hypnotised by the outcome.

However much I jabber on...it's all a symbol.

sighh.

When nothing else exists but me and these sounds.
They make me feel safe when I really feel so desolate.

I will be okay.

I keep telling myself that. And I do believe it.

Ouch

I want to do a lot of things.
A whole, elaborate string of ideas that come to fruition.
They'll be good stories to tell...