It's Christmas Day. A birthday party. I'm in the middle of a snow storm and it makes me realize why I love the midwest. A cold day spent in a warm house gives a sense of warmth to the core. Weather like this makes me want to write.
I recently heard a message on angels. I find myself daydreaming now about what's going on that I can't see. What sounds can't I hear? Is the world filled with the music of the earth? A tiger's roar can be heard by other tiger's up to five miles away. Maybe the rush of leaves on a fall day has its own sound I can't hear. The reality of what I call life is so small. The way I see the world is so shallow compared to what is really happening. This seems to be my pursuit of late: to find out what's really going on in this crazy world. So if this were my introduction to myself I would say I am a searcher. I am looking for purpose and meaning in the little things. When I see a mountain range I don't want to see just the mountain: I want to see the secrets left behind by the creator of those mountains. The way the range cuts the sky; the way the clouds part the points. There's so many secrets to discover. So many things to see. Its why I want to live my life with my Eyes Wide Open
(written to Hallucinations by Angels & Airwaves) download it free here
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