Hold it

Walking that liferoad we collect things which help us save elements of ourselves we get from the outside, from the Universe. Having gathered this collection, or just a tiny part of it, it does not matter, we evolve to the next stage when we generously untangle particular moments that have been tied to the strings of our souls to give something back to the Universe. We produce sounds and with their help can create truly magnificent things so that the world could become a better place. Music, poetry, songs, prose — this masterfully composed artwork makes the world richer. We have limbs and with their help can move giving precious energy to nourish the world. Developing physical abilities, sports, dancing — the world makes a gift of life, we nourish this cycle to diminish dangerous perils. Without being selfish we should beging with self-development and be kimd towards everybody else, be it a person, an animal, a plant. Good things in life belong to everybody, find time and way to reveal them, but only with bright thoughts as their rays are also  long to influence every living torrent that breathes on this planet.

Music: The Red Hot Chili Peppers — Give It Away

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Music: The Killers — Human

Spirit jumps on the drums and elevates all the feelings getting them from their hiding places. There is no need of words to grasp these vibes of the music — they have already become vital light-colored scars on the soul. The slightest smile is energy given to the Universe, it’s clear what should be done to receive a splendid return from it. Brightness and no pity for giving your heart? Youth is the key to collect this breathtaking living moments for nourishing the long path to eternity. This unbelievable planet.

Music: The Killers — When We Were Young

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Is there a boulevard of come true dreams? Can someone please explain to me the sense of this universe? I have long hair. In 50 years it will be grey or dead with my body in the grave. Great! So what is to become of all these life moments linked into days and years. Searching for it, like any of you I guess. I’d like to turn into melody and melt on music waves. I feel I am getting lost and don’t want to look for the path.

Music: The Killers — Mr. Brightside

 

brief explanation

I only hope that somebody will hear my thoughts, that they will mean something to somebody. In everyday routine life many people forget about their inner strings which are hidden inside and which push us forward to pursue individual goals. Behind the bars of chaos and the noise of pretending-to-be-serious problems we nourish our body but not the soul. My memory and actions are not perfect either, but I try to do so, to approach this metaphysical angle of the existence which makes it a fully loaded life. Words are powerful tools on our globe, taking advantage of that.

metamorphosis

Have you ever had such a blueprint? To try walking in one’s shoes. To shake the boundaries of your own reality. To beware the tunnel which leads to new fields for your abilities and new forests for your thoughts, but still be courageous enough to follow that road without any tracks. Let’s presume that you can cope with these changes in you life, and appearance. But can you remain faithful to that first yourself who made the initial step onto this path? Are you capable of preserving and maintaining all you intrinsic qualities and principles? Try not to lose meaningful parts of your new self under new rays of the old sun.

no restrictions

The head is performing insane succession of jerks, the hands crown that dizzy picture with strange robot-like movements. The scent of musical euphoria muffles you up but the melodies are afar from being muffled, they are bouncing inside of that refusing to stop head. Jump jump jump. Dim outline of the swarm. The subtle light is illuminating with jolts. With that suddenly open eyelid the picture is fading away curling like smoke to the sun. But this time it leads to the sobering pink bedclothes.

 

Music: Arctic Monkeys — I Bet That You Look Goon On The Dancefloor