Well, this sort of thing is new for me: Looking deep into unknown things, feeling alive inside a future, loosing an appetite for the present, etc.
Watch this beautiful video:
I wrote this poem then, inspired by the music:
Seeds and Seas
Unsettled boy in my head forgot the feeling of drunkenness before leaving
on the bending sailboat, floating on the sea of blood.
A ship in a bottle
and the future seams French and my bedroom all the same –
Be here now and sound a barbaric yawp
for humanity.
as the sea beats into my heart, and hair follicles
In a year or so, I hope I see god in a little house
in Paris or down the block
even the smallest spark of Wodsworth can flash for a moment
like a note on top of another note
coming from the violin.
There is proof of something in something.
In something ambient.
But the atheists won't let me go down that road.
I love their beards far too much.
Lets just all learn the trumpet and forgot about life anyways.
We are young, everyone, even if you shit your pants
we are young and we are alive
please just feel the seeds being planted
The future is French or just down the block.
I will find its illusive skull.
