This is our last dance. This is ourselves.

Monday, 23 April 2012


The Rose That Grew From The Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared.

Hail Mary.

When I was about 13, I went through a rather strange period where I loved Tupac. I was obviously not your average Tupac fan but I loved him very much. I imagine that I began to listen because my friends did but it's a weird musical taste that I still very much embrace, enjoying the speed and depth of the words.

When I saw this video, my little 13 year old heart got extremely excited and all the lyrics came out of my mouth.

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Letters Home.

"Oh, I am in love with now, with all my fears and forebodings, for now I still am not completely molded. My life is still just beginning. I am strong. I long for a cause to devote my energies to...."

Sylvia Plath
Letters Home.