My sex drive has become a joke. It’s the new punch line to everything. Example, damn, this country has a debt bigger than Naomi’s sex drive. 

My drawing of Sarah

Music is the foundation of my generation. For previous generations, the pleasing sounds were a rarity, but now, music rules the lives of its listeners. Music is not just about the words anymore either—every chord and note can mean something. The children of my generation are inwardly lost, looking for a way to find themselves. Music allows us to relate. Music gives us a common ground. Music allows us to express ourselves and find an identity. Music gives us a voice. Some people make music, others just listen, but even the most prehistoric child cannot escape the influence of music. Even the hardest heart can find solace in a song. Songs affect our emotions, thoughts, decisions, and sometimes even our very lives. Music is not just the backbone of our culture, but the very heartbeat that keeps our society alive. No matter what kind of music—whether rap, R&B, country, or techno—we can relate somehow to a part of it, for, in a way, much of this music has been produced by us. Our generation suffers more than previous generations have, for every child suffers with many of the same problems, but yet each feels isolated and alone. Music can allow us a chance to find healing and acceptance among our friends or it can give us further means to alienate ourselves from those that could help. Each kid has felt alone and worthless at some point and each seeks a sort of glory and recognition: these are the simple, common thoughts by which art is formed. Music influences people, who, in turn seek to influence music, and the cycle repeats. Our generation is dying day by day, searching for a reason to continue to live. For many people, music is that reason. For the angry boy balled up in a corner, music got him through his parents’ divorce. For the sobbing girl, music sooths the scars her stepfather left. For the child on the street, music promises a brighter future. But we have grown to worship music as the source of life, rather than a gift in life. Music has become a drug—a way to escape a harsh reality we don’t want to deal with. Music began as a form of worship, not to be worshipped. Today, the music industry produces idols in the form of artists and bands. These people are skilled and talented and can relate to many universal problems, but they cannot save us from our troubles. The greatest people of this age have realised—and harnessed— the power of music  to further their influence. What one musician kindly utters can become the life-giving substance to a dying girl. The words that a curvaceous siren so sweetly croons can forever distort a young boy’s vision of women and true femininity. The soothing words of an R&B singer can help a worthless, insignificant girl realise her value. The words chanted by a high, spoiled playboy can alter a boy’s childhood dreams of success and warp a juvenile girl’s view of sexuality. Music does influence all of us, often subtly creeping into our thoughts, while at other times glaringly evidencing itself in our lifestyles. We have the power to change the next generation through music. If we continue on with this cycle of mindlessly releasing a diluted version of the same mess of words by which we were fed, we are simply sending the next generation to its doom. But we can change that. Find the value of life and success and give that to your children. Music changes with time and culture, but the Originator of music will never change. To better understand art, go first to its Creator. To find the truth inside the music turn to God.

think of me in the depths of your despair. <3

Throw your soul through every open door,
Count your blessings to find what you look for,
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,
You’ll pay me back in kind and reap just what you’ve sown.

I’m running down the path, just as quickly as I can race,
I don’t want it to lose this vision, so I take chase.
It can’t be a dream,
Not another fantasy.
But that’s exactly what it is: just acastle in the sky,
It’ll never really exist, no matter how hard I try.
My fairytale ending’s leaving; it’s headed out the door,
I dunno what I’m gonna do or what’s in store.
I feel betrayed by a dream,
Now I realise that everything is just a harsh and bitter as it seems.
I want my vision to revisit me,
I want it to be just like it used to be.
If it’ll return, I’ll go back to sleep,
I’ll shut my mouth and not say another peep.
But it’s too late for my fairytale ending, there’s not another chance,
It’s gone, done, disappeared, just like the last dance.
The dirt and solidity of earth are now my only reality,
‘Cause my vision of perfection, I can no longer see.
I don’t know what went wrong,
I just know Utopia is not where I belong.
I’m left standing in a cloud of dust, heart pounding, breathing hard as can be,
Looking on as my fairytale ending takes off without me.