Lost · and · Found

I used to dream about everything in colour
Now it seems it's only black & white
I used to drive fast cars in the summer
Now everything I do
There's nothing good to sing about

I'm going out tonight
Crowd surfing until daylight

Cash crops are down again
I only wish I had a real friend
Grass is growing in the backyard
Thinking clear is getting so hard

I used to dream about everything in colour
Now it seems it's only black & white
I used to drive fast cars in the summer
Now everything I do
There's nothing good to sing about

I'm going out tonight
Crowd surfing until daylight

I'm going out tonight
Crowd surfing until daylight

Going nowhere
Really don't care
Take me for a ride

I used to dream about everything in colour
Now it seems it's only black & white
I used to drive fast cars in the summer
Now everything I do, everything I do
There's nothing good to sing about

I'm going out tonight
Crowd surfing until daylight

Exploring:	The Labyrinth
Emotional Landscape:	anxious
Musicality of the Moment:	Crowd Surfing - Dunk

Isn’t it interesting: when things seems so dark and foreboding and so oft efforts of myself, my friends and my loved ones twist in unexpected and seemingly harsh directions; when time and energy seem strained by mundane forces of the matrix so much so that physical exhaustion begins to try against the other levels of existence already beset with issues that demand additional strength and support (both internally and externally); when all seem robbed of large portion of comfort and clarity that I remember slivers of my identity?


Not everything of course. Just enough to make me feel more foolish.


Doubly so given the current state of affairs.


And of course even I knew enough to truly share what was learnt in a way that wouldn’t seem repetitive or redundant in regards to the clues and outright statements I have made in the past, I don’t know that there is anyone that I could tell …yet.  

These e-spaces that people build are often shrines dedicated to their pains or elaborate statues they craft to idolize their flaws. While I understand and appreciate that art and its many potential functions, it was never something I wanted for this place.
 


Moreover to "recall" out loud almost feels embarrassing at this point in the tale. The realization. The grand reveal. The moment of transformation, when I find my way to these plot points I’m sure I will feel differently. For now, in service of the story (and yes, my ego as well I admit), this is not the time. Now is the time where I go about the beauty of life and live up to who I am, regardless of memories.

Exploring:	The Edge of the Clouds
Emotional Landscape:	embarrassed