Seasons

It's been four years since I've experienced the hazy misty madness that is the Fall season in the Northwest. Although maybe I should say "fall" in quotations... Its called based more on a calendar technicality than anything I think. The shine of the sun through the perma-cover of clouds actually makes it one of the brighter seasons we have, though. (Notice I say "we"... I guess you can take the boy out of the northwest, but you can't really take the northwest out of the boy,)

I will miss the leaves though. Don't get me wrong, green is a nice color... but you can only really appreciate the beauty of Spring if you can feel the devastation of a true Fall. One where the world begins to melt around you, dripping in a multicolor of reds and yellows and oranges. The sweet sickly smell of decomposition eventually becomes attenuated after your nostrils adjust to it, but I don't think I'll ever forget it. I actually got a lot of new smells during my time in New York; from the grimy undertones that become a visible smog in the late evening heat of summer, to the strong smell of soy sauce (of all things) after the campus was laced with salt to prevent ice formation during winters.

But the seasons of the North America aren't the only thing I'm here to talk about, in honesty... No, I'm far to egotistic to let you all get away with just that. I also wanted to bring up a far more ethereal "seasonal" change, having to do with recent events in my own life. In case anyone missed it, I recently graduated college (whoooo) which is bringing up a fair storm of changes as far my own personal little world is concerned. Firstly, (as hinted in the above paragraphs) I'm home now. Good ole Washington; the good, the bad, and the coffee addicted. Secondly, someone else important to me has also moved back home... allowing us for the first time after four years (mostly) apart to finally have the chance to live with one another. This means the world to us. There are third, fourth, fifth, etc. things going on as well, but in reality I'm to lazy (or tired) to even think them all up right now.

New job, eventually a new apartment, new life... a lot of new. But its mixed in with some old things I had forgot about too... Old places, old friends... and yes old seasons!

The although the seasons may be the same as I left them, I have a feeling I'm in for an entirely new adventure. Hopefully I pick up a few more folk to share it with along the way :)

Forever yours and pumping with nostalgia,

Perspective

Twinkle

Twinkle twinkle little star,
Why are you so very far?

Up above the world so high,
Well beyond our loudest cry.

Twinkle twinkle little star...

How I wonder who I am.

~ Perspective

Experiment in Absence

I took away the heat, and I became cold.
Winter is my blanket now.

I took away the pounding drums, and all was quiet.
But who's that whispering?

I took away the light, and darkness fell.
Let the games begin.

Time is inconsequential.
Absence is an unfamiliar medium.

I start to panic.
My pen starts to shake as the shivering intensifies,
and the silence starts to wear on my nerves.

In a moment of weakness I try and open my eyes.
To let the light back in, drown in it if I can.
That's when I realize...

My eyes were open already.
The night, starless, had made the choice for me.
No turning back.

And so I waited. Moments passed.
Time is inconsequential.
Reevalulation.

I took away the heat,
Winter is my blanket now.
I can feel my lungs fight to boil the midnight air.

I took away the pounding drums.
But who's that whispering?
I can hear pen scratch against pad, and my own breathing shallow.
Somewhere on owl "coo's", but I can't quite make out what he's saying.

I took away the light.
Surely, the games is on.

My fingers numb, tiredness crawls into my bones.
Surely none of this is legible now, but I will remember.
I can see the words, pages turning in my head.
I brush my fingers over the words and feel wet ink.
I had forgotten that feeling.

Absence. Absence is a funny medium.
And you know, I think I might like it.
It's a much needed start.

*Note*

I took these words exactly as they were written on the pages, or as near as I could tell anyways.

Also, a little hot cocoa goes a long way to revitalize sore cold fingers :)

Back to the heat, and the pounding drums, and the light.

I hear the owl again. Wordy little avian...

I miss you all.

~ Perspective

Words like violence.

Drifting, swiftly.... wandering through infinity.

My mind tries to breach the pollution of life, but sanctuary, I fear, is a forgotten place.

No thought is pure, every synapse fired by an alien source.

Words like violence,
notes bearing knives...

I wonder how anyone could hope to have an original thought in such a stimulation-driven world.

If ever there was a time to envy the deaf and blind, I envy you now.

For I have seen true beauty, and heard the modest music of nature... But never will I know the sound of my own thoughts congealing, and never will I see the the evolution of an idea in my own minds eyes.

Those days are done for me, unless fortuitous discovery grants me a new sanctuary.

And until such time I sing...

Words like violence.

Living on a Prayer (12/12!!)

There is ONE extra special important line in this song haha!! We're HALF WAY THERE!!! Gah I can't even begin to realize what that means haha!! Two years of college, of hard work, and the best part.... two more, and its all us!! We can do what we want, live where we want... anything we want is right there in front of us!! Camaro's, puppy dogs, funky painted walls... haha you know I can't wait for that ;)

Just 2 more years... that's it :) But first, I have to get home for this summer... which is most certainly nothing I want to miss!! Soon sweetheart... And with plans for plenty of entertaining things!!

And that wraps up CD XII... Half way there!!! :)

Love always,

~ Perspective

L-O-V-E (11/12)

You had to know this was coming haha... I mean, I did spend an entire day or so humming it ;) So here are the lyrics, and you can consider yourself I didn't serenade this song with you like my friends wanted me to haha!! L-O-V-E you!!!

L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you

(trumpet instrumental)

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you
Yes, love was made for me and you

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you

Sick Muse (10/12)

Oh how I do love Metric haha... damn weird girl bands :) Anyways, this song helps fill out the "well rounded music selection" criteria I hold myself too when I decide to make you another other other other other other other other other other other other other (thats 12 right?) CD :) Which is important!! Because like I've always said, you don't have to like all of it... but I damn well better make sure you like something haha!!

But yeah, I *think* this song represents that typical "love sick" feeling haha... I say think because you've informed before that songs weren't about what I thought they were haha. Either way, at times like this, when we're SOO close to each other but not quite there, songs like this mean much more!! Because I absolutely can't wait to see you haha... as much as I have here, nothing compares to you :) I think it's just because you know me to well haha...

So I hope you enjoy, and if not, there are 11 other chances that you will!!