Showing posts with label a tree grows in brooklyn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a tree grows in brooklyn. Show all posts

31 May 2011

less is more

I spend a lot of time fighting myself to stay out of the way of a great song. It's hard for me to leave a song alone, in its natural state. I want it to have that mass appeal, but once I start trying to push it too far, you can feel that something isn't right. When you can hear what a writer is trying to do, it's like watching a dancer and seeing him counting his steps. Music is emotional — if you're singing that you're in love with somebody but it doesn't really feel like you are, people can tell.

jay. rolling stone. 27 may '11.

18 May 2011

There are people who hate the rain. It's gross out, they say. But this same rain makes flowers bloom and not you too? Or maybe you're so beyond nature that you've used your magical human powers to simulate the chemical reaction between an oxygen and two hydrogen molecules, and rendered the drinking water provided by rain useless? Well, that's fine. But me, personally, I love the rain. It rained on my graduation day. We were outside in the middle of Wallace Wade because there was no rain location. The first time in over 16 years that there had been no sunshine. And even with my perm, I didn't mind. That morning, my daddy said that rain brings blessings. Coming from the man that taught me that fail to prepare is to prepare to fail, I heeded his prayer and stopped using umbrellas.

21 March 2011

make lemonade

 
 Anthony Robles. 2011 NCAA National Wrestling Champion.
(AP Photo/Matt Slocum)

04 March 2011

23 February 2010

19 February 2010

"I can feel my seasons change"

a familiar feeling. walking along Eastern Parkway this morning I felt lighter. warmer. dare I say, happier? I've known this feeling before. leaving my Central Campus apartment. the smell of a new day, a new morning. it'd come after some great revelation. some internal declaration. some kinda change has come. some kinda freedom.

12 November 2009

26 July 2009

what kind of dream is this?

it's a good feeling to be acknowledged for your hard work. to see there are others that are trying to help you along your way. it's a greater feeling to have prayers answered and to understand that there's an Author deciding how this story will progress. to understand that He knows the desires of your heart. and is with you to write the story to carry you there. and so I smiled all the way home. because victory is mine.