darkness frees emotion

in ,

the dark of night is dangerous.

it takes our deepest thoughts and warps their context,

obscures their reality,

exacerbates them into planets that swirl above our heads in our own universes,

where they mingle with trapped emotions,

emotions that are magnified once hidden by night,

as they are released from their daytime suppression.

for in the dark emotion has no fear, no reason for it to hide;

an invisible character is safe in an invisible world.

there is no sense of judgment served from the clarity of day,

the microscope that perpetually examines.

there is no fight with logic,

emotion just presents itself for the world to see;

naked, exposed and dramatic,

it anticipates dark with the silent drumroll of twilight,

slowly creeping forward, growing confident with the sinking sun.

dusk is dangerous,

for it allows raw emotion to sneak out,

emotion that is searing and bold and frolicking,

it takes its own wheel, driving waywardly along the border of truth

without a sniff or a care or a second glance.

darkness frees emotion, letting it run wild like a shadow,

shameless and inescapable.

wordplay

in

so you like to string together words, tossing promises,

nice things on a string

like a kite in the wind,

papery, fragile, flimsy.

i thought they were solid and

pure like rocks falling from the sky;

i'd pick up each pebble and examine

every side and detail

feeling all surfaces and textures

as if

they were real

promises like bubbles,

floating sweet and clear as glass but

every time i draw near,

each time i reach out to

grasp one in my hands,

it bursts and vanishes without a trace

of having ever existed..

and is it foolish to stand

silent with empty

hands,

holding the invisible remains

of empty promises?

until denial creeps in and argues

with my imagination.

you were there, but as if a ghost,

to leap behind and hide before the silence

after a gust.

you were there,

but nevermore.

"the seasons are your friend"

in

meet Sia.

if you haven't already. let's just say that if i were an artist, i'd be her.

it was one of those albums i saw in starbucks, but actually caught my eye. i couldn't say what it was, maybe the bright color, her face, or perhaps the fact that she had actually streaked marker across her face.. but maybe because it was what was playing. "Some People Have Real Problems" was the album title, a blunt piece of truth, but i was intrigued enough to download the album and check out her others too, each ranging from mellow, breathy and calm melodies to carefully created deep and jagged songs to poppy, fun and spunky tracks, all of which is completely distinctive music.

her lyrics clarify intangible emotions (an ability i find extremely attractive in writing), ones  that sprout from certain situations, that you may feel but might not really be able to pinpoint with words, the ones you fumble over with fuzzy thought but can't really express. it's not often we come across music that is both excellent for its lyrics and its sound, so here i've found a rare satisfaction. music that is just, well, nothing other than awesome.

she's unique. eccentric (in a weirdly cool, confident way), silly, but completely in tune. she's a colorful, quirky poet and artist, constantly creating with complete meaning. she's different; her voice, her words, her sound, her impression. even as she is distinctive, she makes sense, yet even if she didn't, she would seem to be completely fine, because she's pure expression. and that's a  lesson in itself: to be different, and be more than okay with it.

dare to live loudly. breathe, speak, sing, be bold.

& try something new.

some favorites:

"Never Gonna Leave Me"

"Pictures"

"Death By Chocolate"

"Breathe Me"

"Sweet Potato"

"Bring Night"

"The Girl You Lost To Cocaine"

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