A sense of silence

Everything seems so peaceful right now...

 I can see the shadow sky is opening. A tiny piece of pure, fresh blue is visible.

Even though the trees don't have a single leave yet, I can imagine, all the green that will be in front of my window in a few weeks.

Till then, I'll try to tidy up all the confusing thoughts in my head.

But first of all, I will search for the most beautiful stationery for my birthday invitations...


I can't remember when it was good
moments of happiness elude
maybe I just misunderstood

all of the love we left behind
watching the flash backs intertwine
memories I will never find
(muse - falling away with you)

Some Fun

1. Geh zu Wikipedia und wähle "Zufälliger Artikel".
Der erste zufällige Artikel, den du bekommst, ist der Name deiner Band.

2. Geh zu zitate.net und wähle "Zufall".
Der letzte Halbsatz (4-6 Wörter) bildet deinen Albumtitel.
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3. Geh zu flickr und durchsuche die "Uploads der letzten 7 Tage".
Das dritte Bild wird dein Albumcover.

4. Benutze Photoshop oder sowas (picnik.com ist ein kostenloses Bildbearbeitungsprogramm), um alles zusammenfügen.

5. Lade diesen Text in deine Bildbeschreibung und markiere die Freunde, mit denen du in deiner Band spielen möchtest.

 

 

Inspired By Conversations

Yes, it is true. Disdainfulness comes before falling.

A little conversation with a friend about someone who could be the personified epitome of "asshole" made me think about the causes of arrogance and pretending to be more important than others.
 Probably every human being on this planet has its moments of condescending to someone else. Sometimes it's caused by bad vibrations, sometimes it's just the subject you're arguing about.
That you know more about something.
That you know someone the other person does not know.
This is normal. We all have our moments of feeling important.
But:
Is it okay to treat everybody around you like an idiot/loser? I doubt it.
 These are the people, nobody will cry a tear after, when they one of a sudden disappear.

A sneakpeak of the philosophical difficulties in my life.

Something Stupid

One.Week.One.Day.
Eight times twenty-four hours seperate me from my earlier youth passion: A certain band. Thinking about it makes me realize, that it's always the bands that somehow get a quantum passion out of me.
Anyway, the passion for that certain band is already in an post-melancholic status. Where once was a never-ending excitement and euphorism (or so it seemed), is now a mixture of sadness and memories.
Memories, of course made up by all those incredible feelings, you can almost only feel, when you are sixteen years old and visit one of your first concerts. Feeling extremely adult, caused by the beer in your left and the cigarette in your right hand. Being part of a cool scenery, just for one night.
And sadness, caused by the feeling of slowly growing older, losing the excitement. Losing a band, because they lose their record-contract.
When you realize, that this concert may be the last one, you think "I knew they'd mess it up. They changed too much from their earlier idealistic way of being. No more authenticy. No more sympathy.", but you have to accept, that something or someone who helped you through a difficult time of your life could disappear.
It may sound cheesy, but I think, that this is the reason why so many young girls become fans of that one certain artist or that one certain band.
They find themselves in those incredible lyrics. They search for someone who understands them and never questions or comments, but accepts their opinions.
I feel privileged to understand music as something necessary, to express your feelings, no matter if you're playing an instrument or just listen to it.
It makes you feel better. It makes difficult situations less difficult by taking your fear away from you.
So now, after all these explanations about the importance of music and it's relevance to a young girls developement, one of my favourite songs. From a certain band.