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Sometimes things differ in polarity, and sometimes moods change with direction. However, there is a constant and ever pure feeling of solitude and contentment that comes from not knowing which way is up. Sometimes there is even a glimpse of untainted happiness. Simply because you're not quite sure which way is up either. You know, it's kind of like the tingling sensation you get when your leg falls asleep - only different because this time as it escapes your body you want to do everything you can to transfer it to another's so that they will also know what it feels like.
Conduction, convection, radiation.

I felt your fall. Your winter snows, your gusty blow, your lava flow- I felt it all. Your starry night and your lack of light.

I hung around your neck independently and my loss was overwhelmed by this new depth I don't think I've ever felt.


I need a break from lucid dreaming, it's getting to my head!!

Summer is ending; autumn is beginning. It sort of seems like a big metaphor because suddenly I find myself liking to just walk around with you. And I like when you pick me flowers and I like when you smell my hair and most of all, I like dancing with you. Is this unbearably cliche? Gaaag.

And the sun has left us with slippery feet
And I want to walk around with you

It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal
I point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass.

well you know, it's hard to be smart when you're young. and i don't care where we go because things are going well. but i'm ready to leave again, i said i'm ready to leave again.




and i'm subtle. subtle like a t-rex.

Today I woke up from a dream in which I owned a mountain and really liked to listen to The Cranberries. I sat at the peak wearing a cape and sunglasses and holding a birthday cake. You know, The Cranberries are kind of good.

I'm having the time of my life. I don't know what happened. I don't know what happened but all of a sudden the people around me turned into beautiful echoes of what I've been searching for - little pieces of that "thing" that fills me with light. Lately I want to run around aimlessly for hours listening to Death From Above and I want to plant a garden and grow some tomatoes and I want to read every book I can find about mermaids and fairies and I want to stay up all night reading Cosmo with AliRae and I want to cook dinner for all of my friends and I want to paint pictures of space and I want to surprise people with the things that make them happy and I want to wake up in the morning and have conversations about God and love and I want to have picnics in harsh weather conditions and I want to learn to be a good human before robots take over the Earth. So I'm going to do all of these things.

People should do what they want to do more often.

Goodnight moon (sun?).

Rest up in the gentle sway.

My heart and my brain were two magnets - the kinds that don't get along. But then I turned them around and they were drawn to one another, a link of great strength. And then a giant beam of light shone from my insides and an ironically epic tune began to play and boast words of being the sun (the only one) and drawing it all close to me (the moon and the sea). I think it was also raining when all of this happened...

Anyway. I am completely and utterly clichely "excited to live". I'm excited to live in all sorts of new places; I'm excited to fall in love (more than once, repeatedly, all the time); I'm excited to make songs of imaginary genres (i.e. Icelandic Mid-Fi Post-Rock Dancepop); and I'm excited to loooooove. It's all just really beautiful, and I don't know how it's possible for me to fail to remember that sometimes. I don't think I'll every forget again.

(I think Lady Joseph has been telling me these secrets in my sleep).

Dear LiveJournal,
I'm exercising my heart so it will be strong.

Love Brette

Today I realized that I know nothing. I walk around finding everything familiar and comfortable only relying on the false knowledge someone once gave me that it will all remain. As a human I dwell on the fine line instead of defining it; I love the world; and I fear what I don't know when in actuality I should be fearing normalcy itself.

The other day I met an old man who turns old license plates into dustpans. After striking up a conversation with me he went all the way back to his house to get some of his work to bring back and show me. He was so proud as he spoke, and every time I showed intrigue in his words I saw his face light up so bright that it warmed me all over. I want to be more like him. I want to find happiness in the simplicity of making something as (in)significant as a license plate dustpan or in the (un)common smile of a stranger.

"you are what you love and not what loves you back"

Today was the best day of the summer season. Long car rides, beautiful tunes, a crystal river, green trees and big rocks, sprinklers and swimming pools, new freckles, and an intimate yet luminous house show with my best friends - all of my favorite things. Everything seems so dead to me lately and I feel the incessant need to prove I'm alive, even if its only to myself. Playing music makes me feel alive, and untainted nature makes me feel alive, and the fact that my heart has a mind of its own makes me feel alive.

So I'll let it love what it loves. That way I'll know I'm still living.
Everything is beautiful here through the right telescope.

I think about the world too much. I spend too much time thinking about things that make me sad that I can't change. I fall into ruts full of wars and ignorance and worldly obsession and greed and jealousy and superficiality and hunger and broken hearts. I get discouraged because I don't know how to remedy a lost cause. I can't help but feel that my latest "comfort" will soon be gone.



If you love something give it away.