(Music is my sanctuary Music is my blanket) Emotionless the city lies Cruel it is, it clouds my eyes The dull the dark shades on my day I live inside this place Locked up inside my metal cage Always tense and filled with rage Above the concrete fields below With you i wanna go, wanna go (Music is my sanctuary Music is my blanket) I see only what I wanna see I’ll be only what i wanna be...
Wabi Sabi (侘寂)
The Japanese concept that speaks to the art of imperfection, and/or the willingness to accept things as they are. Wabi-sabi is the process, not the product. It’s about decay and aging, not growth. Wabi-sabi requires that we slow down to take notice of hidden things, imperfections, and the passing of time. If you like control, it takes courage and trust to practice wabi-sabi. To practice...
All of Me
All of me, why not take all of me? Can’t you see I’m no good without you Take these arms, I want to lose them Take these lips, I’ll never use them Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry How can I go on dear, without you? You took the part That once was my heart So why not take all of me?
I can no longer obey; I have tasted command, and I cannot give it up.– Napoleon Bonaparte