"terrible ideas hmmm, dont'cha just love those?"

"music is the beautiful disturber of air"

I kew i was going to have to write back sooner or later, i thought that by letting my thoughts run wild through my mind, there would be some simplicity to find to make sense of it all...but my thoughts are far from that until theyre out on paper.

"If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to

And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud"

(riding in the car, muisc blaring into the night sky, and this song switched on) Dont you feel that words seem lost until they get a *boom boom* beat, a sweet tasting, twisting melody and someone with the heart to sing them out loud for everyone to hear? I am naked before you right now, my thoughts are undressed onto this page, it's my own diary sceaming out loud...so what are you going to do about it? This blog is going to be dressed in random spiraling lyrics, just so that tune can be played and maybe you will sing out loud.

"I think that i think too hard

And i don't give enough credit to my heart"

Why don't we throw all of our thoughts to the surrounding wind, so we can hear the beat of our heart. the music...because that is what we understand. You don't have to be able to read music, i don't...i just pick up a guitar strum away...play a piano and let my fingers dance, my voice singing to the beat of all this as if noone is there and everyone is there at the same time.

"Sittin' here i'm thinkin' bout the weather and

The countryside around me

Simple little things like these are good to keep

My silly mind from wondering

I feel the summer breeze wash over me

Oh i know the laughter know the love"

Hmm..now this may get me started on simplicity all over again...the extraordinary things are the most simple, a bumble bee seeming too big to fly, takes flight to the blinding sun, the summer breeze lifting up your dress as it twirls around you, the country side, a single open field laying down scattered in flowers listening to you softly hum a melody overwhelming your sesnes, sweet and tinted sour lemonade kissing your lips as you walk, cup in hand, to the end of the world.

i'm a silly girl

dancing in the rain
bobbing my head, top down

music blowing in a trail we leave behind

running through an open field

my feet pouding to a beat

rowing through a lake, my hand gliding

making a splashing current

writing thoughts on paper,black on white,

simplicitiy is sweet love

i am a silly little girl

soaked from the rain

(thoughts on paper thought)

make your own melody, to the beat of my song

The quote i'll end with, the last buzzing note...yea you guessed it, a song...

"When you're dreaming with a broken heart

The waking up is the hardest part"

-John mayer

"Dreaming With A Broken Heart"