Friday, October 22, 2010

Moondance

While riding down the highway in the passenger seat, the full moon's beams shone brightly enough to trick my eyes - 'twas as if a blanket of snow sheathed the bordering terrain. This full moon has by far been the most luminous as far back as I can remember. And as much as I hate the cold, maybe my subconscious is punishing me for my longing to remain in a summer state of mind year-round, forcing anticipation for that first dusting of snow.

Cold. The word itself makes one feel lonely and hunger for the feeling of warmth, to have someone to warm you.

If you have someone, the cold may be your closest friend. But then again, it will prove to be your worst enemy in the case of the unrequited.

Staying warm.

Monday, October 11, 2010

"Sleep"

The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight

What dreams may come, both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.

-Charles Anthony Silvestri


"Sleep," unbeknownst to me before wiki-ing it, is an adaptation of Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" (no wonder I love it):

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


And below is a phenomenal choral transcription by Eric Whitacre of Silvestri's "Sleep":

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Blank

Do you ever get that feeling where a feeling isn't reciprocated? Where no matter how much you want to say, you just can't put it into words? And even then if your thoughts somehow translate into some sort of language, you yourself still can't even understand their meaning? It's a total catch-22 because you want to say the right thing, but don't want to risk losing something or someone that you've grown to care about. So at this pivotal point, the question stands: what to do to show that you care and are interested without seeming overly eager/borderline crazy? A simple phone call, or even a text, is all it takes. Just one. Don't keep me in the dark. Not knowing and hovering in an oblivious state tends to take a greater toll on one's consciousness than knowing (with a possibility of getting hurt) and dealing with consequences...picking up the pieces. Honesty is key. Just...tell me.


Miss my cupcakes. That's all.