The Sun After Rain

The reaction is like water on forging steel  
The two intensities forge a bond that is
Something to be proud of
What a beautiful thing
To have two perspectives at the same time
That wonderful feeling
Of when the sun comes out after rain
And it's here to stay
The two stories broaden your view
You are finally aware of what's around you
And you can create what you want
Because no matter what you do, it's perfect
What mattered was the idea
What mattered was the song
And now I know what they mean
When they say that love is found in everything
We are now in tune
Let our harmonies change you
Stories are how I think
And I think our story is just beginning
The feeling is not hard to find
Once you learn to not care and still try
Everything is art, and of the best kind
Find the beauty.

Things I Stole

I did it I cracked the "code". What makes us human is that we love with a love so deep, so scary, so un sure, so completely intoxicating a robot can't even compute it. (June Carter)  I am living more than most people around me because I'm different. (Abner)I need someone who is okay with my silence. (Suzy Bishop)People get on my nerves. (Ruby McCall)its a beautiful tragedy. (Charlotte Ford)I HAVE MEMORIES OF THINGS I DON'T REMEMBER. Jackie O. The old saying goes that "only fools rush in." and I'm no fool. (Sarah Smokes) If you are dreaming right now I wish I could be you.(Sincerely,)I guess you could say we are all Benjamin Buttons, trying to become who we use to be. (Destiny Preach)Old things are cool. They have stories hidden in their flaws. I want my journal to have many flaws. I want to have it with me everywhere so it will get the scent of all the places I will go (Feathers on Fish)I have close to nothing posted here on my blog. It's because I have a serious problem. (Alan Moore)Too often imagination is wounded by those who fail to see it.(Rosie Grace) Perfectionists wouldn't be perfectionists if they were perfect.(Solstice Everston)I woke up this morning at 3:02 with a headache and a side-ache and a heartache and I thought I was dead, but I'm not.(If You're Still Breathing)

Just some quotes I found. I would've gone to every blog, but I lost my patience.

That Horrible Feeling

To tell you the truth, I don’t think I've ever grown up. Not really. It’s more like I've watched the world grow up, and they don’t want to play anymore.

When I was little, about five years old, I asked my mom to play horses with me (dolls were overrated). She played with me for two minutes, and then looked into the distance with a glazed expression. I snapped my fingers in front of her face with annoyance and folded my arms.

“I asked you to play with me. Why aren't you?”

She looked at me and shrugged.

“I’m sorry, but when you’re an adult you don’t play with toys.”

“What?”

I was aghast. The very notion was beyond my ability to understand. Why would anyone not play? It must be very dull, being an adult.

And on that day I decided to never grow up. Of course, time has a way of changing our minds. Now that I look on childhood, there were pros and cons. Now I have the ability to make adults listen to me. My thoughts and opinions can matter. That gift is precious, and I wouldn't go back to childhood because of that. Just don’t get too serious. Life is too short for that. Laugh like children do, create like children do, and surprise yourself like children do. Your inner child will thank you for it.

Keep Moving Forward

Y'know those times where you feel you're not good enough? Those times where you look back at your writing and you cringe; you think it's too cheesy, it's amateur. You look at others and you get inspired. It's like someone took a machine gun to the muses, and their hot, passionate blood spilled all over their work. Then you try to do the same, to let yourself out. You know you can do it, but when you look back at what you've done, you're discouraged. It's not what you had in mind.

And that's okay.

When I think of hard times like this, I think of Vincent Van Gogh. He thought his work was worthless. In fact, so did everyone else. But when I look at his paintings, I can only marvel at their beauty. Now, he's considered one of the greatest artists ever. 

I think it all stems down to being in the right audience. Nothing you create is worthless. If someone doesn't like it, then they just weren't the right audience. Don't care what other people think. As someone wiser than me once said, it is impossible to go backwards. Everything you do helps your progress. One day, you'll create something that will knock your own socks off.

And of course, I just happen to have a song. Someday I'll get it right, maybe even tonight.

Humans and Robots

(Brass Goggles - Steam Powered Giraffe)

I know sometimes I talk like I'm an outsider looking in. To tell you the truth, I don't understand everything about the human race. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really human, or if I'm something else. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a part of the human race.

I don't know why I'm fond of robots. Maybe it's because they're steady, like a clock. Their odds and ends mystify me. There's the robots we're familiar with, like our computers. But I think we can all agree that the robots we like the most are the ones that act like humans.

Robots with personalities are fascinating. We don't even know how personalities come to be—not really. There's too many factors involved. Sometimes I think that things have as much personality as you give them. 

Well, now that I think about it, humans are pretty remarkable. Who else finds the personality, the feelings, in everything?

Humans are the only creatures I know of that are affected by a pretty sunset.

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People are soaring, always exploring,
higher than they've ever been before
But we are still down here,
feet on the ground near
what will rise us up with the rest
Our thoughts are quixotic, stark and robotic,
mechanical in nature all the time
And pulses are firing in our head wiring,
guiding all our actions and beings...
...I am not an unimaginable thing
My thoughts are tangible
though they're full of springs

-- Steam Powered Giraffe (Automatonic Electronic Harmonics)