sometimes you don't choose the Music, it chooses you.

pushed against a pack of people
good vibes collide above

with that hold their neon lighters

that sway with every shove

the lights that shine from every angle

paint us all another color

memories squared so easily

with flashes from a shutter

but my eyes zoom in on only him

his melodies push through me

rippling through an anxious crowd

that only he can see

the screams and shoves they get so high

while the sky lifts the moon

but Dark Blue hints that you and I

are alone in a crowded room

so let those hammers hit those strings
like a beat synching with my heart
cause this time i didn't choose the music

he stole me from the start

october 2001

until

forever & ever

my hero.

• Spinning - Jack's Mannequin

you gotta be crazy to stay sane*

in no interest of respected consciousness, i noticed that the sun defined the edges of the passenger vehicles a little more sharply, magnifying my awareness yet blinding me simultaneously. oh, the irony. but that's just fine because i was lost in the soundwaves of liner notes anyway. i looked around and i realized i wasn't alone, at least in the panoramic sense. but i was surrounded on that ribbon of black asphalt, this continuous journey. the exits belonged to different people the lanes were home to many at a time. together, we maintained the flow and the edges seemed to smooth over. we were all connected in this crazy kind of mixed-up sense. but you gotta be crazy to stay sane.maybe not when you're driving.
oh well, somebody raise the volume.