trees.
couldn’t be anymore excited for this…
dreams will fill you with hope.
the longing will leave you eviscerated.
you will learn eventually that the heart is flammable
love is cruel.
life is unfair.
happiness is an illusion.
but only if you let it be an illusion.
you have more control then you know.
you’re growing
inch by inch
make your mold
stretch those limbs
breathe.
wear a god damn smile for once
all and all its not that bad.
Can’t wait for the new feist record! :D
I’ve learned a lot in the past 6 months. Hell, I barely even remember who I was 6 months ago. Anyone that is close to me knows that I’ve been a little off the past month or two. Things have been changing rapidly in my life. Time is flying by and I’ve been caught up in my own thoughts and insecurities. From what I’ve found is you can’t hold on to the past too tight if you expect to move forward. The past is the past for a reason. Live and learn..that’s what the memories are for… I’m finally letting go of a lot of insecurities and embracing as much of the surrounding opportunities as I can. It’s easy to get wrapped up in your flaws or dwell in the darkness, but I feel hopeful and optimistic. I see now that the darkness was never even that dark after all, I just had to wake up and open my eyes.
this is my little rant for the after hours..
Love,
Carl
P.S.
I’ve been writing some new music as of late and I’m stoked as shit to hit the studio again.
See ya
I remain uninspired.
I ate my muse for breakfast.
and she tasted nothing like I thought she would.
Now I know what to say…
but don’t know how to say it.
Am I lazy?
Why do I hate everything I’m writing?
Every thought just seems so dull.
…are we all this insecure?
how did I become so faithless?
Stanley Donwood
nobody cares about that heart on your sleeve
you better keep it all tongue in cheek
maybe write it down for another silly folk song.
and all those things that you worry about
you should start saying them out loud
and laugh at how ridiculous it all sounds.
My friend took this picture when I was in the city.
didn’t ask to be. now this is all my fault. and now the songs are all my fault.
