my first post collected words I spoke to her last night she was bursting with joy over her small success their understanding of the fire burning their grasp of lifelines underlying the words I told her to try and channel the potency turn it into something real massive permanent she was already way ahead of me I was so glad I love being in love having someone in love with me even if it makes the creative expression more difficult at times not all of the time most of the time I guess when I’m clear focused all around I provide content that’s what I do it’s not about the sleekness of the design the usability of the product not Facebook or Apple or Google but about the use the shells provide what their existence conveys the exchange of idea of art and philosophy of music and song try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm/’come in,’ she said, ‘I’ll give ya shelter from the storm’ the romance of life the exchange that propels pushes the equations that boast love = 1+1 nothing more nothing less the fireplace glances keepin’ us warm while the night blows cold the sounds shattering the silent night the movement pulling at me so the gentle swaying of hips the lyric attaining eternity through pain the simplicity keeping me on track the spark that moves up the spine tingling the bones the limelight where the stage is nothing to be feared practiced immersion it’s found in the valiancy of attempting to make something breathe where nothing stirred before
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