Friday, January 19, 2007

12: Don't Mean A Thing

That last one was pretty cocky. I'm cocky when I'm drunk.

Life is a fluid statement, so loosely based on individualistically interpreted morals and behaviors. My sentence structure can go anywhere at all that it wants. My words define my life. How easy it is to ruin all my relationships with anyone by my words alone. My sentences are fluid, spontaneous, and intricately constructed. As are my relationships.

My life is a jazz song. My voice is the trumpet solo, trying to be heard. My conscience is the walking bassline. Love is the beat, and the trombone glissando is my depression and happiness, building and falling.

I love jazz, but I never knew why. I love the fact that it mirrors my life and life in general. It's so unpredictable.

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