thoughtS: August 2005

The sky outa my window.

Me..again :$..

Himanshu, me, Mana, and Var wearin the Ts Terence sent us. Friendship day 2005.

unedited

Morning

Astrix - Life System >>Playin<<

Soft dreams fade away..Conciousness creeps on, enters and brings me into focus..
The night before..ah..a memory..I'll keep it.
I pull the sheets off me, stretch, cringe, look at the sunlight...the way it falls on the bed n creates lil shadows.. my play area.. I lie back n daydream. I'm in neverland, but it's got psy playing..children smile, and disappear. The greenery becomes cool blue and steel, minimalistic designs and glass all over..bathed in an aqua glow. The sun sets as the evening comes alive. A party..whee..people all around..the room goes dark and the music returns like a long expected wave, flooding as neons n lasers pulsate..The evening flows into the night, which leaves silently as dawn nears, bringing a warmth of beautiful mornings that only nature can provide.
The entire day lies ahead. I thank God for giving me another day. Another day to enjoy, to care, to love, to live.
Ah..beautiful mornings.. However much of night person you are, you've got to appreciate a beautiful morning....
~

A melange of ordered thoughts..

I wrote this over the course of 3 songs this mornin.. each song providing the undertones to each of the three parts..

Alien Project - The first revelation >>playing<<
Dark. Alone. Crouched. Eyes clenched shut. Tense. The beats build, I stand. The darkness has spread beyond, but around me lights flow, pulsate, evanesce; always in motion. Cosmic flows, the Aurorea Borealis. Im surrounded, empowered, awakened. I don't care, I dont feel anything, anyone. I'm by myself. Unity. Singularity.

Alien Project - X dream >>playing<<
Screw all softness I told you, I don't feel, I don't care.
Screw fragility. Who wants to be broken?
Screw patience. Waiting is dying.

Astrix - Chaos >>playing<<
The lights intensify, spread out, dispel the darkness, till I can see none. Everything reaches a zenith.
Unfeeling.
I am all I need.

Silence.

Love comes softly. The music returns, but it's no longer dark. She reaches me, wakes me up, lifts me out of my nightmare. She whisperrs in my ear, telling me the nightmare's over, I was never meant to be that way: selfish and unkind...
I feel, I care, am soft, fragile and patient; I am myself.