That Rhythm Playing In My Skull

Music. Oh! that thing? We listen to it. But what is music. Music isn't just a set of rhythmic beat and harmonies. Music is a living thing. You can hear one song and instantly fall in love or hate it with a passion. We can grow to love some songs and grow out of old ones. The music scene is constantly changing, evolving, growing. As we get older we appreciate different varieties and styles we hadn't enjoyed or may have detested before. Music plays in our head, music moves people to move in what we call dancing. I've enjoyed a wide variety of music ever since i was young. Growing up my mom showed me "3 Doors Down, Alan Jackson, Uncle Kracker, Eifel 65" and this just led me to love what i listen to. I often say "Oh! my iPod would love to have that" because my iPod ( an old and scratched 80g video) I live and have something to be apart of . Music is more than just beats to me, its a way of life, it affects my mood, my persona, even what I want to do. What a good song can do can move more than just a few people, even an entire generation. So I say "THANK YOU" to all those artists giving me new music to listen to and those old devoted ones who keep trucking with the same wonderful tunes we've loved for years!

Have a good one!

She Said It Was Forever, Now Its Fornever

Love. My view of this twisted and sometimes wonderous event. Women and Men alike say they "fall for each other" "it was love at first sight" "we're perfect for each other" Words and lines we hear day after day and often times ignore. But what about when you say you love someone. You have this uncomparable devotion. You would do anything for this person. Your going to love this person till your too old to even know what love is and then continue to love even more. One day long before you considered marriage this happened. Suddenly the two of you start dating, the emotion and wonder that was their slowly dissipates, The intimate feeling you had for the other one is gone, and suddenly its all over.This isn't just a story but pure reality. The fact is that love is an emotion. Love is the physical bond, the connection two members of the opposite sex have. So, I finish this story with some final words "People can say I love you, But love is more than just a word. its the actions that make love what it truly can be."


Its been a tough day, sorry if my posts are recently depressing!

The Silent Soul

The rain pitter patters against the roof and he sits alone. The floor creaks as the worn-out wood of an old chair is slowly rocked against it. Much past the age of his prime he often ponders how he has ended up here. There are self-loathing days those thoughts escape his mind. Today was not one of the afore mentioned days and he recalls a time when he was living the high-life. The ripe young age of youth. Not old enough to drink, yet to immature to care. Skipping rocks off West 35, telling old haunted ghost stories while camping in "the yards" as we called the woods behind our houses. Just four young men who had simple and fun lives. Then came the age of eighteen where it all turned around. We were enlisted to fight and serve our Country. Seven years of nonstop gunfire, the deafening "BOOM" of a bomb going off or a car exploding and worst of all our girls back home and our families who lived in fear of the future and prayed for us every night. Johnny lost a leg. Billy lost an eye. Chet is still partially deaf in his right ear even with the hearing aid in. "Am I the lucky one?" i often ask myself. Some men, hundreds of men, hundred of thousands of men played russian roulette with their lives and they caught the bullet. Would i rather be dead than alone with no family? Would i rather have served like the true warrior i could have been at heart? I feel I've wasted my life and went from 18 to 80 in just a few years. What we gamble with is often all we have. The floor stops creaking, the rain lets up, everything was perfectly silent as the bullet cracked right through his head. The blood trickles through the floorboards to the ground water below, where maybe with a little bit of help, someone will know the true story of this silent soul.