We are born with the belief that our fathers are gods, invincible, indestructible, immortal. Then we grow and realise that he is just a mortal man. And a little magic leaves the world.
I'm trying to write meaningful things, but I can't say it right. The ideas are delicate, if they aren't expressed properly, they lose meaning.
From my ideas book:
I want to live to live to see the day my son walks up to me and plays me a song I hadn't heard in 20 years. I want to be able to look at him and say "I remember when that came out." And I want to be able to tell him a story of forgotten summers, parties, beaches and girls.
Its like you go on this long journey and just end up back where you started, a little wiser, world-weary and alone again
I saw a man wearing a silver replica of the One Ring today! :D 29/7
You know you've cleaned your teeth properly when you draw blood.
Not a lover, not a fighter, not a thinker, not a doer, just a dreamer.
Hide your eyes behind your hair,
Take your sister to the fair,
She's young, she doesn't need to know,
The places her brother likes to go.
That last one was inspired by Catcher in the Rye believe it or not. Lost innocence and all that.
Dinner time. More later?