Who we are.

"Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. Because nobody else will." - Remember Me.

The path that we take or just happen to fall on, and where it leads us to, is a mystery. It can always change directions, making a sharp turn to the west, or turning around and going back to what it was that you needed all along. Picking up memories as you wake up every single day, and always; always, finding something worth keeping. So whatever it is that you want in life, don't skip out on it. Search the world if you have to. Lose sleep over it. Look for something hard enough, and chances are, it's looking for you too.

One sail.

What I've come to realize,
is that once you've got something better than most, hold onto it and never let it go. Especially not because of something minuscule, something inflamed with hatred.

And another thing I've come to terms with, is that you're always going to be alone. You came into the universe all alone. And the truth is, you're going to leave the same way.

But the middle, that's what really matters. It's where you find yourself, love, and everything else that has any sort of impact and significance.

During the time you're given, is when you should never give up. Push for what you want, grab it and be happy.

It's when you laugh, scream, cry, shout for joy, run, dance, play; and then? Repeat, again and again.

It's when you have sleepless nights, when you have the best nights of your life. And it's also when you grow up, you are invincible, speechless within. Each day is new and blossoming with new hope, new possibilities.

Until next season. . .

I lost my pulse,
I could have flown.
If only I had known,
This is what magic is.

Pouring trajectory.

Persons, sisters, priests,
slip on the pavement,

skip to corners.

Embrace the drizzle,
for it won't be here long.

And this time the calm,
will come after.

Oh darling.

If you'd ask me for my heart,
there's no way I'd say no.

We could stay together,
till hell starts to freeze.

Take a chance,
so what do you say.

Oh darling, I love you so.

If you asked me for my heart,
there's no way I'd say no.

Tribal love.

Summer days,
Unlike anything else.
Sworn happiness,
Advocating new lifestyles.

Harmony,
No laws.
Infiltrating memories,
Day by day.

Rising whenever,
Doing what I please
Less rules
More ease.

Peace of mind.

Lead us home, light a way.

Once, there was a lonely broom. But the broom wasn't always lonely. And the broom had a name, Swift. Swift didn't love anything more than the simple act of being used to clean the floors of Trader Joe's. He had his favorite jobs and simple tasks, but his favorite was being used by the store owner, Philly.

Philly and Swift had been the best of friends since Trader Joe's had opened back in 2000, they were the perfect fit for eachother. Swift slurping up the sand, gum, dirty residue from the day; while Philly would guide him from the entrance, and then down every aisle. Unstoppable partners, really.

Swift and Philly were happy together, so confident in each of their abilities. And one day, it all came to an end. What seemed like a perfect world to Swift, had been altered greatly the day Philly said his final good-bye.

Swift just didn't understand. He couldn't come to peace with it, didn't comprehend the feeling of loneliness inside of his heart. What could be more important than me, Swift thought. Philly, his loyal and supportive coach of cleanliness, was now leaving for something bigger, so much bigger.

The catastrophic explosion that caused an oil spill from a BP offshore drilling rig in the Gulf of Mexico had reached the shoreline. Efforts to manage the spill with controlled burning, dispersal and plugging the leak have so far been unsuccessful. This oil spill has now obtained the dubious distinction of being the worst oil spill in US history, surpassing the damage done by the Exxon Valdez tanker that spilled 11 million gallons of oil into the ecologically sensitive Prince William Sound in 1989.

Fuck you BP.

Looking for trouble in all the right places.

Many and different spaces,
All over this expansive atmosphere,
Universal.
Nomads, do not dwell.
I search, inquire my curiosity.
Find?
Repeat.

Peaceful here,
not down the alley.

Ocean,
Feel complete.
Free;
on my whims,
outstretched into
Nothing.
And Everything.

Dance Dance!

Hot Hot Heat. Listen to them.