tapestry.

i'm terrible at knitting. i used to know how to crochet. my sewing skills are subpar.

so i'd like to at least be able to lace together my words and sentences into coherent ideas. but i guess coherency isn't something i'm born for. if the expression of my thoughts manifested itself in scarf-form, it would be one incredibly sad excuse for neckwear. it would be a fashion statement. a laughable one.

because i'd never be able to make my own, i have recently begun to delve into the poems, lyrics, phrases, quotes of some of history's most influential thought-weavers. robert burns is one big cheese ball. all of the bronte sisters are emo queens. anne is my favorite. eliot's poems are slightly ridiculous, but his creativity is admirable. "dare i disturb the universe?" wordsworth fails to draw my interest. poe is creepy. and he's so good at it. david has a certain mastery over the vicarious. his thoughts go to words, his words tug at the reader.

quality writing didn't end that far in the past, however. (is there hope for me?) the shadow proves the sunshine. all that's in my head is in your hands. these magnet hearts, they can't be kept apart. you make beautiful things out of the dust. Cause I want someone to share my smile, to share the pain, to be there when the sea turns gray.

i'd feel much better about getting a 914ce or that pretty breedlove i've been eyeing if stuff like the above spewed from both my mouth and my pencil tip. feel free to soak in that imagery. don't feel obligated to thank me. :)

some kind of emotional outlet would certainly be nice. my conversation is hindered by my s-st-stutters and the critical lack of that one string that holds coherent thought together. someone probably stole that string to fix my shambly thought-scarves. if not through words, i'd appreciate the ability to speak through majors and minors and modulations and funky intervals.

and i'm not even kidding. i hope it's not just me, but there's something really satisfying about playing some really assertive metal guitar chords. and then on the other side of things, you can always put on the jakeshimabukuro face and sway to some of your own beautiful fingerpicking. or you can pull a shaneandshane and make your right hand invisible for periods of time while you quintuple strum. (i'm pretty sure they had to write a couple new laws of physics cos of that dude...)

creativity is the ability to manifest the very essence of your being into a number of forms: written word... art... sculpture... musical composition... things we say... hobbies.
it is the ability (or lack thereof) to fashion a makeshift bridge, constructed with the above media, to span the immense chasm from the grey matter to the skull to the scalp to the hair to the outside. i'm not saying necessarily that i believe my words and thoughts are important, but i seek better bridge-building as a means of deflating balloons, or poking holes in pie crust, or resolving chords... counteracting measures against a constantly multiplying and expanding chaos in the noggin.

i really have no idea what prompted this blog.

maybe i like knitting?

or maybe i'm just bored...

or tired of doing homework...


buhbyebyebye.
-Spencer :D