Rearranging and disappearing.
2 June 2012
I don’t really know how to say this or where to start, or what I really wanna say either for that matter. 3 days ago I had everything mapped out. I knew where to go, what I wanted and how to get there. I thought I stood on solid ground. I was stupid enough to think for a second that this is the pay off for all the hard work and all the struggle. So I softened for a second. Forgot to watch my back. Lost my guard, and as if they’ve been waiting to attack, the ground beneath my feet was taken away in a second. It started slowly and ended up stealing everything I had.
Before I took the plane to London for the Bedford show last week, I wrote a long letter to myself that I was gonna read after the tour. I asked for challenges. For mountains to climb and for lessons, because that is when you learn. I asked for nothing but two months of learning. I wanted to come back, with new knowledge of what all this means. Turns out, I didn’t need 2 months. It took me 2 days to be forced to revalue, rearrange and doubt everything I trusted. I have no idea where all this will take me, but I know it will teach me things that I won’t be able to learn any other way. Most of all, I’m learning independence again. I softened for a while, I made the mistake of trusting other people with my heart, my future and most of all my confidence. No more broken walls. No more letting in. If you don’t give people pieces of yourself, they can’t take it away from you. From now on I will take it in my own hands, take control of my own destiny.
I am gonna shine, and I will find my way.
I have oceans left to sail and other worlds to see.
Thank you all for being such an amazing support through all this. It’s during the storms that you learn who your real friends are, and I can not desbribe how much you’ve helped me by just being there. I love you.
Frank Herbert, Chapterhouse: Dune
With so many people
To love in my life
Why do I worry
About one
They say time will
Make all this go away
But it’s time that has taken my tomorrows
And turned them into yesterdays
Fernando Pessoa
Being lost is not a waste of time. It makes you rediscover what you really want and why you want it. Makes me rediscover why I turned to music in the first place. This was the first song I ever learned on guitar and Secondhand Serenade is still one of my favorite songwriters. Hope you like it creatures :)
Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star
Khalil Gibran
(Source: thelivingelectronicword, via gravity-rainbow)
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I’m holding on to my life best I can.
Rearranging and disappearing.
(Source: angelasmassacre)
Looking for Alaska