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Tell me who you are today..

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions,  their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”  - Oscar Wilde

Collaboration with Morningstar Photography

You are alone now ...

Rest your head now little girlYou're on your way now
Open your mind up to the sky
And fly away now
You've got nothing to prove
No one to hurt you
You got no one to pull you down push you around
Make you frown and cry
You are alone now
Waking up every day with a beam of the moonlight in my eye
Stimulate my consciousness with the focus of my mind
I've got to take myself back to the feeling of eternally breaking free
Knowing that my body's motionless and still asleep
So fly with me
There's a whole sky to see
I'm taking your mind with me
Into lucidity
Flying in unity
Could be normality
What you perceive to be
Is your reality
Reality is the concrete of our minds
Our own cities where the conscious streets unwind
In the centre of your world you have your sense of gravity
Just lay your head and put your eyes at ease
Create your life and the world that you perceive
In the centre of this world you have your own imaginary planetary universe
Fly with me…

Lyrics by: Dub Fx


Drown out my words ...

“Noise has one advantage. It drowns out words. And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated, their content lost, they turned into trash, chaff dust, sand; prowling through his brain, tearing at his head. they were his insomnia, his illness. And what he yearned for at that moment, vaguely, but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-poering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words. Music was the negation of sentences, music was the anti-word! And lulled by that blissful imaginary uproar, he fell asleep. ”

― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being