My heart is of rock
It is hard and solid.
If my heart is in a million pieces, it will have to be repaired by the feet of Love.
Instead my heart is dormant, not tender or seamless.
Kind of Ironic our heart protects our mind…shouldn’t it be the other way around?
If our mind came first we could guard our heart, and no heartache would conquer us, we could choose to the let the feet of love redeem our heart.
Restores, it restores, the feet of Love.

Oh silly I’m not a rock!
I’m soft and cushy
If I was a rock I would be in a million pieces, crushed like sand by the feet of life.
Instead I choose flexible and bendy...so the imprints hopefully won't last too long
Only scars can be left, not a ripped limb or an open wound.
Kind of ironic our body our flesh protects our mind...shouldn't it be the other way around?
If our mind came first we could conquer all that is in front of us, we could choose to let the feet of life clear away from our tattered bodies.
Compound, they compound us, the feet, the destroyer.

Music rules, everywhere you go music exists. Ok i'll stop stating the obvious. Music penetrates the inner mind, like nothing else. Those delicous sound waves drown out that thought or memory. Totally making everything oblvious to your senses. Walking down the street, riding the bus, on a bench, in a car, on the computer, morning jog, doing the dishes, we all have our favourite sweet spots for music. Can it be to much? This almost everlasting pulse of vibrations that enter the ear cavities at well, the speed of sound. From hip hop to sub pop. Metal to techno. Classical to Punk. It's all there waiting for you, to drown in.