I didn't have to use the bathroom I just needed to sit My feet were kind of hurting ****** arch support Cute, though
The concert is good Funky chill Reminds me of Cowboy Bebop With all the hats and button downs "See you, space cowboy"
I'm still just sitting in the bathroom Trying to play the part I ran away to write a poem Better move around a little I can't focus on the band
I think tonight I figured out What love feels like, looks like Agape, the right Latin term I think So many different definitions For this four letter word
It's this feeling you get Looking at someone in love With their own moment I feel this certain kind of smile spreading Everything is warm
When you see people happy Yeah, you feel joy (I hope) It's just being human Happiness, as they say It's contagious
But it's different This is different And I'm trying to figure out How to describe it Sitting in this ******* stall - It's days later now From when I ran to the bathroom Figured I might have a better word Some heightened vocabulary skills But I don't
This feeling that I had (have) The warmth inside my body Seeing these people slip into space An outer self, void of anything That grounds them
I went back to the show Arch support still ****, but I didn't say why I really left But I knew I needed to go back I knew I needed to feel
I left to escape my sadness It trapped my heels in the ground But I came back to see their sun And I watched the people float Weightless in their universe
I enter a dream A dream of the fantastic Reality’s sacrificial lamb That propels me forward Battle moves swift I move swifter The black nights roar A silent passion igniting the Flames of misfortune The flowers mingle in the morning sun I awaken towards the blooming rose of love
We're all sound artists now. Walking through our chosen concert halls, with or without walls, listening through public spaces, in personal places, curating our own shapes of combinations, constructions, concoctions of sounds and visions, an unwitting contribution to the contemporary audio visual world of sonic art installations. We're all artists now. And we're in charge.
Tonight. The light will be shining on me. I'm supposed to be the star, and yet I'm so worried. The keys will be right there, waiting for me. Black and white silky, ivory keys. Don't worry, I tell myself. And yet I know that I will.
i liked standing in line for hours. it depended the season but it always seemed to rain. i remember once my thighs just getting soaked, i didn't mind it because of how happy i felt. the growing excitement inside me overpowered any feeling of discomfort from my wet clothes. then they scanned my ticket, i remember running to get as close to the barricade as i could. the ground was cold, i remember that. again, i didn't mind it. then the lights went dark. everyone yelled and screamed in happiness. the moment we were all waiting for. i remember all of us singing in unison. everything felt okay, it felt like This moment was the only moment that mattered. all the ******* and all the pain was gone, leaving through our jumping feet. everyone crowded and closed into each other, our natural heat made us sweat but we didn't mind it. at times it felt suffocating, when it went quiet, the world seemed to stop. i remember someone holding my hand as i stood there as everyone jumped. this ethereal feeling and ethereal moment was paralyzing, the squeezing hand held mine and i knew this moment was the most beautiful moment in life.