Starting off the day in a decent mood. I feel better this day than I do most others; I realize that I am jinxing it right now and will probably find this day to be the worst ever in my lifetime…oh well.
I am wanting to start a new book, The Crystal Shard, but I can’t seem to pick it up at a decent time. If I had an entire day to read I would certainly accomplish such a thing and it would no doubt make me feel a little better. I enjoy looking at my bookshelf and singling-out the books I’ve finished, it’s a good feeling. I keep eyeing my Lovecraft books, my Poe collection, and my Ligotti book due to my mind-set at the moment; I find that the ideal time to open one of them up is when you are in a deeply cynical, but questioning, mood and are longing for something you can’t find in everyday life. Thus, the reason they are my favorites.
Listening to more music lately, a wide mix as usual. It’s getting me in a guitar-playing mood, sadly for playing things I can’t play, but a nice mood nonetheless. The lyrics to many of the songs are giving me a few ideas here and there. I find that the more you submerge yourself in music the more creative and original your output becomes, at least in my case, and the more poetically-musical the words become. I think my writing would sound very “stiff” if I weren’t so into music. Considering I hardly ever rhyme in poems and such, at least not in conventional ways, the flow of the words are very musical to my ears; whether or not they are to the ears of others is entirely beyond me.
As far as posting more poetry and short-stories on here I’m not certain as of yet. I’d like to think that the people I know are reading them and getting something from them they hadn’t thought of before. I suppose my main goal in doing this is explaining how the world looks through my eyes. The world isn’t black and white, indeed, my world contains colors no other man has or will ever see, but there are ways to simplify what plagues us most in life. If we really break everything down we can discover the cause and our response to the things we find most obtrusive. However, without those moments, whether subtle and simple or intricate and menacing, our lives would surely not be shaped into what they otherwise could have been. The age old saying, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” is a bit too cliched for me. Maybe stronger should say stranger, I’m not sure, but I want to believe that everyone is capable of coming out on top no matter what the threat. I may be wrong, and I will certainly find that out, but we’re human, we’re supposed to have hope…it’s what we thrive on.
Well, another post that began with me staring at a blank text box thinking that I have nothing to write and then filling it with useless babbling.
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Currently Listening: Spock’s Beard – The Slow Crash Landing Man
“He lived his life in strangers’ skin
While all the people breathed him in
They never thought to ask him why
Then on a moondark winter night
The visions crept into his sight
Like heavens’ stars swept cross the sky”
