I met a new friend. His name is
Viet. It turns out we are similar in some ways. It's really fun to be friends with him. :] We talked about lots, and one thing that marked me was the artists he named when we talked about our taste in
music. He said
Salyu. I was curious so I checked it out online. It turns out... that she is like...
OH-MY-GOODNESS-SHE-IS-AMAZING!!! I LOVE HER!
I FELL IN LOVE WITH HER VOICE!Lately,
I'm so inspired. So much that I feel like
it's overflowing out of me, it's
literally pouring out of me, and I'm sad because I can't keep it in. I have a somewhat bad memory, so I may not remember it after some time. It frustrates me to know that
I will not be able to produce what I felt. I don't know what I'm feeling, but
this feeling I have inside of me...
it makes me feel alive. It gives me strength, it provides me meaning, it makes me feel like I'm living for something, for a reason. I don't know if this feeling can be considered being inspired. It feels like
being in love... but if I were in love, I'd be in love with
the idea of being in love with feelings and the
sky.
I am in love with the sky. I feel like it is a whole other entity, like my equal.
It moves, it breathes, it bleeds. At night, I feel like...
I'm all alone, just me and my sky.
I don't know how to express myself in words. At least, not accurately, and certainly not about these kinds of feelings. So,
I am certainly unable to show how good it feels to be alone outside
just staring into the depth of the sky. I feel like... the sky is staring
into me, and
I feel like I can see through it and see further. I can see in it, and
feel its beating. It's like...
an intimate feeling.
I feel so sad when I step back into my house every night. It's like I'm stepping back
into the world, the noise, the
commotion. When I go to bed, I hear my house creak. I inhale, and I look out my window. When I wake up in the morning,
there's a rush. It's so noisy, there's so much going on that
I never hear myself think. When I step out of the house,
I always look up first. I look at the sky and see how it's doing. When I take the bus and it crosses over the bridge
, I love to look at the reflection of the sky on the surface of the water. I see how
the sun slowly invades the sky and
makes it bleed through the clouds. I see its reflection beaming across the waters. I feel like the sky is giving me a reassuring smile every morning and
it brightens me up before I step back into my numbing routine of a life.
Labels: inspiration, Music, Sky, Thoughts, Viet
