Crash and Burn

you are a speck of dust
and I am the atmosphere
crash and burn, right into me
baby, we'd make such a beautiful sight to see
if only for a second, or two, or three
baby, will you crash, and burn for me?

Somehow

Speeding down the highway, everything's a blur. I get what I deserve when I screech to a halt. Damn traffic. Another five minutes, another five feet. I need to go, I need to be there. I'm gripping the steering wheel too tight because now I can't feel my hands. My anxious mind is taking over because now my head is aching and pulsing and exploding. I'm not getting there anytime soon, I decide, because I can see the tail lights of endless cars extending to the horizon. It's too stuffy in this little car because now I can't breathe. I roll down the windows and let the breeze washe across my face. I take a glance out of the window and notice the highway goes along the river, and the waters seem low for this time of year. The smooth rocks peek out from the raging water, and it's beautiful somehow. I'm not sure how I overlooked it, but then again, it's the first time I've ever really noticed the river. Something on the wall across the river catches my eye immediately: graffiti, elegantly scrolled across it. It seems so natural, how the words flow along it, as if the wall was created just for that. It was beautiful, somehow. Just then, a car honks and I'm brought back. The taillights are in the distance now, moving steadily. I'm late, and I don't care.
Enjoy the scenery. Its beautiful, somehow.

You often hear about making your dream a reality, but where is the originality?
Make your reality your dream, and fuck the formality.

Forwards and Back

discover freedom.
the kind that makes a line an emotion and an idea a work of art
the kind that allows you to draw in black and white but envision vivid color
the kind that inspires creation rather than duplication
discover brilliance.