I got an e-mail today about something the college I go to is putting on, and it's a 'gallery' in a vineyard that they will display works of people who go here. I am seriously thinking about submitting something, but I don't think that I would get accepted ^^:
the only framing materials I have are old mat boards and that is it ^^:
But I feel like not submitting anything is worse than submitting something and getting rejected, I haven't had the opportunity to be in anything like this since high school, which was four years ago so...
that's too long I think.
anyway, just kind of ranting ^^:
ugh.

I'm getting to the point where being tired doesn't phase me anymore. I blame college!!
I've had no time to sleep, let alone draw anything in the past couple weeks, and sleep is exactly what I did all my fall break. Gonna try and get some drawing done soon, as there is a lull in my workload, but DANG....
I need another break.

The world becomes a swirling torrent
of emotion, the tides rising inside
where shore meets sea
the sand drips away
in pieces

the earth mingles with water
the tiny shards of each
clash, giving and taking
moving against each other

the world is moving
and moving
I can't catch my breath
confused, in a sea of dreams
of things I thought should be

how unstable the tides become

the world is moving
and moving

I can't stop turning

memories become
the ice, a crystal shard
encasing me in the past
where time is cold, a momentary loss of
vision and I fall
the dream becomes dark
the stars fade out


I am alone with my thoughts
as the clouds overhead
rain down cold rain

I remember you, in the sunlight
the trees around you seem to glisten
like heaven became real
the darkness a momentary dream

but it fades
the shadows return
and it is all real
the sorrow, the ice
the rain pouring down above me

there is no music that we need
we are our own beat, a thriving
winding lyrical page
upon which the flames
burn

Let this music rise
piping high
where the world is made new
and all the stars go out

because of me and you

there is no music that we need
I am a drum, you the master
play upon me and create
the spark
the fire burns
destroying all the words

I can only breathe

there is nothing beyond this moment
the flames circle, fiery tongues joining
smoke becomes a veil
that covers all of this
and we are drawn inward

there is no music that we need
we are our own beat, a thriving
winding lyrical page
upon which the flames
burn