There's No Way Around It

Is having limited control of your mouth a fallacy? Are people too sensitive for me to be insensitive toward? Is honesty REALLY the best policy? Can I tell you the truth? Think before you act, or act before you think? Amend the advice to "Live life as if you'll die tomorrow in moderation". Is it possible that some people do not OWN common sense(not the pamphlet)? Are some people beyond hope? Is there hope to be found in every situation? Do people live in separate realities? Is it true that all things happen for a reason? Is it possible that nice guys truly DO finish last? Is the Golden Rule silence or is it treating everyone as you wish to be treated? Are there any truly helpless homeless? Do paranormal entities exist? Aliens? Are conspiracy theories REALLY all that unbelievable? Do humans have the innate inclination to be evil? Would you eat the forbidden fruit? Have you?

It's delicious.

Through the Dark

As I've probably conveyed in my recent musings and public knowledge information, I've been quite lost these days. While driving the other day, my iPod spit this tune out while on shuffle: KT Tunstall's Through the Dark. Sometimes a song explains my emotions to me precisely and inspires me to create something visual.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0m_ZGGyhyJU

As I walk away
I look over my shoulder
To see what I'm leaving behind
Pieces of puzzles
And wishes on eyelashes fail

Oh, how do I show
All the love inside my heart?
For this is all new
And I'm feeling my way through the dark

I used to talk
With honest conviction
Of how I predicted my world
I'm gonna leave it to stargazers
Tell me what your telescope says

Oh, what is in store for me now?
It's coming apart
I know that its true
Cos I'm feeling my way through the dark

Trying to find a light on somewhere
Trying to find a light on somewhere
I'm finding I'm falling
in love with the dark over here

Oh, what do I know, I don't care
Where I start
For my troubles are few
As I'm feeling my way through the dark
Through the dark
I'm feeling my way through the dark

"This place has broken my American heart"

Ever had a dream in which you're trying desperately to break free from a hold yet your efforts seem to respond in slow motion? Your arms feel as heavy as steel beams, your punches given with all your might halt as if underwater, your heart races uncontrollably as because you're panicking- sure you're screaming but all that is heard is muffled sputtering weakened rasps.

That dream is my life. I live it every waking moment of every day that I spend reaching for delicate reasoning in world of selfish motives. We are failing each other.

We'll never be anything more but never want anything less. Our fallacies, our country.

But, hey, we're part of it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4ls0uY3O_c