The morning was here

Accumulating luggage now

Will the worth hold up?

An American Song…

We do a lot of driving on the Rez, I mean it’s the size of Connecticut and the roads are all spread out like vines in the desert. Thank god for satellite radio, they got it all, even got stations that are categorized by the decade. One night I was driving home and they were playing bands from the EMO genre on the alternative station. The dj was talking about the eras and what was going on at the time during the release of the tunes blasting in my blue car. I thought I knew a lot of EMO music, bands like Thursday and Taking Back Sunday, those were what I thought was EMO.

EMO meaning emotional, kinda funny because what music wasn’t striking on any emotions? I think it was making a point that emotions are felt but not always discussed. And this music was talking about love and death, heartbreak, suicide, relationships.
So this song comes on the radio and it just fit me. Some band called American Football.The guitars are noisey yet somber rocking the riffs, the drummer is playing heavy and groovey. The vocals are  what got me though, the lyrics are just hitting you in the chest. I could just forget, everything you said. Simple and elegant as the voice in the song ponders on a past relationship. The song was called Never Meant, and they have two guitarist, it was just an awesome combination for a rock band.

 

From A Friend To A Friend…

Everyday these days are busier than the day before, never a dull moment trying to make meaning of the minuets passing. I can be in the worst of moods and yet another’s day can enrichen mine, even if it’s just by listening and being that shoulder to lean on or that person to vent to. There is a worser way to be and I must be greatful for what I was given. 

Appreciate the time because time will always be misunderstood.

Outside listening to music, having a drink with myself. Not everyone will get to know the being inside, the ones who get to be there are special. In my days, there are the ones that mean the most. 

Call Waiting…It’s Only Death…

There was a unnatural episode of the MTV Catfish Show on this weekend and maybe because it’s Halloween their showing “scary” things on tv but this gave me chills the next morning. So the show was about a young girl who was contacted online by a person that had a connection to the dead. The supernatural world, more specifically her father that had killed himself years before, the young girl’s father was communicating with a medium to reach his daughter. Usually the show is about a person lying, pretending or creating a new personality to harm another. 

The senario got me thinking, was it possible to speak to the dead through a stranger online? The world is hanging out online so much and exchanging with souls across the globe, I just wonder if it will affect our old ways of communication in the long run. Maybe I’m just worried about the idea of speaking to dead because what would I say? 

We all have our own thoughts about death and what happens when our number is called. I just don’t know what a conversation looks like between the dead and myself. The truth hurts, but it also brings clarity to a situation, just don’t reach out to me online, might think your trying to catfish me.

Drive Safe

There are mile markers along the highway of life. Important decisions that continue to expand and take shape. We must make those choices, do as we thought, turn nothing into something. There are obstacles, tons of challenges that will be in the way, but the road still exists.

The trails we create are endless depending on how much we pursue, the possibility meets you there. There is an internal force already flickering inside in the mind. Keep focus on the path, accept the challenges that come into life’s way.

Remember the roads not there, are only not there because you haven’t made the time to put them there.

Age Is The Issue

I went to Tucson this afternoon to eat pizza in celebration of my cousin Zachary’s birthday. I remember the time when he was just born and Zack’s mom, my aunty Dee was undecided about a name. He was just baby boy, I was ten probably at the time. I suggested the name Zack think I always thought that was a cool names to have, my aunty Dee liked it too. Then there was Zachary. 

He was turning twenty, my mom had suggested we have his party next year at the casino. My uncles response was why not a strip club, they have food there too, food so good that you don’t even notice half naked ladies dancing because the food is so damn good. 

There are these limitations to a person, and age somehow gets you closer to certain things. Good or bad.

It’s like when someone says act your age, I’m like when we’re we given a policy booklet on age behavior, how do you know if saying ‘act your age’ is something appropriate to be saying for your age. How old are you?

I ate so much pizza and hot wings, it could have been my birthday.