Stacks

Just more validation that creativity is the heart of everything - sitting hunched over myself surrounded by like mindedness and shutting my eyes to feel the pulse of the ground as it's shaken by us and feeling the moon and the stars align as a little man tells us that our love will be safe with him. So happy and so sad. So my hair falls over my eyes and I'm not wearing any shoes and the smell of weed is giving me a headache but I just see the moon and the stars and my friends surrounding me and everything is aligned for just one second and I curl up happy and sad. Happy and sad. 


Association is a funny thing. How an experience can change your attitude towards anything regardless of what that thing was to you in the first place. I was sad when I found Bon Iver, and I'm still sad - but I've found a common ground with people who know the songs I know just as well as me and we harmonise together. Suddenly sadness, the same sadness that bred these songs, brings us together and creates something like happiness. Happy and sad. 


The worst in us breeds the best. We find hope in the saddest of places.


And everything, everything dies, from the flowers my mother sells with her heart and her soul, to the sounds that we make that make us cry, to the second on the day my own heart gives up. I guess thinking about that makes me happy and sad. 


Because tonight, in fairy-ring moonlight, I just saw so clearly the only reason I am here.


('axiom.')