This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
once upon an unexpressed chapter is perhaps where such excess rose for shown it is on our faces, the gentle swaying of grace, we give ourselves away or perhaps the forced creases of frustration molded from a lifelong internal debate. what story is it that your face tells? do you swell, bloated like death? repressed aggression waiting to explode like playing cricket with an apple rotten, ...contact.... delicate pieces temporarily taking place of the stars heaven bound do then you fly? if you have not yet forgotten. throw in some classical violin to this psychological scenario and all will become tranquil a touch of all that is incredible. music has a way of making moments
whatever the content... simply beautiful. then we are like gods watching upon our children unpretentious no judgment cast upon their awkward paths clumsily falling into one another smiling and biding thee good day, watching them nervously inquire to the other "can you come outside and play?" with this outside perspective and music to sooth my indifference perhaps the lines in our face will soften down, the contempt around our mouths will turn a smile with the possibility of observation offering remedy to our self obsessed crowns. we come not with labels you would say "yours should come with a warning i tell you" yes...i envision god is but an instrumentalist orchestrating the distraction of his own melodic hysteria. april