Rain

It rains intensly on the short window sill i have enough room to place one cigarette and i cant help put to raise the window and listen to the sound of it all. The music of many tiny droplets of water rushing down to the earth to provide the message from above. I get sad to hear it slow down. I want it to get more intense. I dont want it to be dangerous but i want it to be just loud enough so i can hear. It provides a background of images, or thoughts that no other setting could and i cant help but be entranced by what the scene has to offer.

For some reason when i hear rain I think of an event. an enormous event which has no regard for invitations and does not have bias to its attendees. All that are present may partake and i one of those lucky living beings who gets to enjoy this scenery. Its a quite ceremony but it succeeds at seeming important. I know thats its raining because it needs to . I know its raining because it just has to happen at some point. The tiny little bottles of condensed water droplets come down heavy bearing the message:

Here is the rain. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Central Park

I went to Central Park with Marcin Pellegrino and heard a guy with a guitar singing and it brought tears to my eyes. The feelings were uncontrollable. It might me recall all the times i wanted to be a singer/song writer when i was younger. Its in moments like these that I find myself stuck and still confused on what steps  I am taking in my life... and where exactly it is leading me. After I am done with all my school work in a week... I will spend this summer developing TBAG (www.thebitterapplegroup.com), learning how to play my guitar, writing songs, and traveling the world in search of inspiration.

Can we diverge from our life-long dreams and try to get some of our childhood goals accomplished while we wait? or are we taking on too much at once?