grindin'

"must be nice to be where you're standing, while I'm grasping every little bit of air, supply and demand and I couldn't manage it, inner thoughts like cancer and I couldn't handle it, buttery fingers couldn't even grasp it, hide with makeup and still couldn't mask it, constant struggle with hate but i'm not mad at it, fell in love once though and i'm not havin' it. stay grindin'" - Ryan D

helpless romantic or was it hopeless ?

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." - Charlie Chaplin

Hands intertwined while the drops of water hit in their mysterious drum pattern on the windshield. The weather was cold so it seemed only natural for them to hold each other close, closely knit together as if to never fall apart, never seeing an end, no stop signs, no speed bumps, no dead ends. A loop that would and could possible continue on for a lifetime if the pieces were right; as if they were jigsaw pieces fallen in places for each other, a perfect fit.

Questionable at times, though thoughts do overwhelm when the idea of ones "perfect fit" actually existed. A complete opposite of ones self or someone of likeness. It's always a constant struggle to whether or not we're destined for someone, destined for what many would call a soul mate.

Interestingly speaking in one of Plato's dialogues; the story goes that humans were creatures of four arms, four legs, both male and female genitalia, as well as a face split into two: one more masculine while the other more feminine. Sometime after Zeus and the other gods had defeated the Titans; they figured, why not destroy the humans as well, but knowingly needing the humans for tribute, they decided to split them in two, one female and the other male. It's said that when finding their connecting piece, the two experience a bond like no other, the happiness between the two can never be felt anywhere else. A small and simple tale, food for thought at that.

I'm probably just babbling on about ignorance from a well intoxicated mind, though I must admit, I am a hopeless or rather helpless romantic at that. I wonder what other piece could there be for myself. Trust, is what a friend had told me once, she explained; trusting in my own understanding would be my downfall, stand fast and believe in the impossible, and trust in things I do not understand.



"I wonder if my matching puzzle piece fell off the table or something.." - Ryan D

kim kold is ripped!

I saw this short film some time ago, classic perception of two people on absolutely different sides of the train tracks. It's interesting how complex the situation slowly develops, a murky past for the main character brought along by usual family drama. Short films as such amaze me as to how deep such a story can portray.

Analyze for yourself, find an experience within the story, find a relation, if anything learn something.



"brilliance in cinema." - Ryan D

all the places..

"You know you could be mistaken me for somebody else.." - Made In Heights

Lately, I've had this strange habit to just drift into nowhere, drift into a kind of limbo. Something of how a person gets lost at a continuous though soothing melody within a song. Honestly the best way I could actually describe it is via video:



So follow me here; listen carefully, after the entire drum intro you hear something of an electric piano piece continuously repeated through the song, it's as simple as that, the drift, relaxing, different, something separate from your everyday life you know? This particular song though does hit to the heart, listen carefully to the lyrics and I'll leave things as simple as that today.

"If the past could forgive all adults God forbid throwing stones like a kid make your way so easily." - Made In Heights

"Sometimes.." - Ryan D