Beauty Moving
This morning I am running on a few hours of sleep. This morning my thoughts are heavy. This morning my mind is racing. This morning I feel very much alive.
My wheels always seem to begin to stir when there is a lack of sleep, or when there is just the right amount of whiskey involved.
Ever since I can remember I have been consumed by music. Truth be told I am not too sure where my love for it came from. Mom and dad where no more musically inclined than the radio they turned on, but every time they did my mind lit up a bit more. I think the best comparison I can give is that of a drug. Once it’s running in your veins it’s all you feel, want, need and you are always left wanting more. Now don’t go getting the idea that I keep needles next to my bed or anything. A drug can be anything. My point being that music is just like that drug coursing through your veins. It’s sweet, it’s elusive, it’s the next best thing to heaven. Sometimes it’s an escape. Sometimes it’s an outlet. Most times it’s your cure-all.
I recently stumbled upon some old blogs of mine. It’s always interesting to read what you had written years ago. As I read my random posts it brought me back in time, and for an instant it reminded me of a life once known. It was like I had my own personal time machine. My subject matter was about as random as a fish without water. looking back I can’t help but smile reading it now, but when I originally wrote it there were never a truer word spoken. I suppose some day I will do the same thing with these ramblings. See that’s the thing about the internet, it’s like the tattoo you wish you’d never gotten…it’s so permanent.
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Here is an artist I have listening to a lot lately. If you like heart-felt folky songs that show no prejudice for sunny or rainy days, take a listen.
click for melodies by Tyler Burkum
“I hope you’re happy, go ahead and tell yourself that you’re free.”
