Every morning there are mountains to climb

I sit here calm and cheerful. Charming, even. It is only when my eyes inadvertently lock with the icy blues of the lady across from me that the lump in my throat resurfaces. This is kind of a big deal.

The cloud I carry has been torn open and from it heavy, silent tears fall. The sun still shines beyond, through it all. I know this because despite everything, I feel only warmth.


And so I breathe.
And I listen to Grimes.


Title lyrics taken from Grimes - Realiti

Parmula

Be sure to grow a thick skin because everybody will be out to protect their own.

Tune!

It's true, I have been shamelessly rocking out all around town listening to this track non-stop. And I don't care.

A resurgence in metal ingestion always seem to precede some kind of personal growth. And we all know why.

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SONG OF THE DAY

Union Station

SCHISM

One of the best by well, by arguably the best (of our time, anyway).

This song speaks volumes to me in so many ways. No further explanation necessary because interpretations can vary. Read into it what you will. This is the world of TOOL.

Pulp

How is it that on paper it all makes sense? With a calm, clear mind you can gently trace the heart strings back and see that it's really not so bad. It seems a good cartographer can put you at ease, because it turns out that life is not two-dimensional. You can read a map a million times and still get a rude shock once you're out on the field.

Silo

A bruised ego is no match for a heart that is full.

The ornaments are, they're going around

Celibate, I mean celebrate life! An interesting article and one that resonates with some of my personal values. Thank you, Elephant Journal for articulating something that I struggle to.

What Would Happen?

Title lyrics from Björk - Who Is It?