—Contact
As Cities Burn - Contact
Hearts aren’t really our guides.
We are truly alone.
Cause God ain’t up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.
Remember we used to speak.
Now I’m starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.
Surrounded by the snow.
“Part of the problem with the word ‘disabilities’ is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can’t feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or manage their feelings in constructive ways? What of people who aren’t able to form close and strong relationships? And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love? These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities.” -Fred Rogers
Friends of mine from Stuttgart: Sea+Air.
I tried to make some photos: Thosa Photography.
Song ‘all that is not music is silence’ by ‘The Sleep Design’ | Photography by my favourite photographer Brian Hall: http://www.brianhallphotography.net/blog/
The Chariot - Teach
Don’t let them sell you a cage, don’t bleed for blood that I have bled.
I have thrown no kid kid to the wolves, so make your peace
The actor is not who he claimed, so carry on, they have painted gold,
This cage and the actor has betrayed and yet I repeat,
“Please, Step away from the ocean, you’ll never understand.”
White Flag.
Victory is such a lonely word,
but I have built my father’s house
but I refuse to breathe the breath of the failure.
Resurrect and be blessed by the dead.
Don’t dig up old bones.
—Landfill
Daughter - Landfill
Don’t forget your first love. (Speak - The Chariot)
