27.6.11

"Nobody tells this to people who are beginners; I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple of years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know it's normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through"
— Ira Glass

10.6.11

And these are the times
The times when your heart is beating next to my own

When your hands touch my skin
As though the contact is able to awaken me

You and I are words that have dissolved away
It is only Us now, love
We are all that are in the world

And these are the times
The times when we swear reality transitioned into Dream

I have accepted those moments
To dismiss the confusion on how righteous I can feel

To accept a Universe that is truly boundless
I don't question why you have come to me
But hold you closer with beauty of an answered prayer

And these are the times
The times when my eyes look deep into yours

When my sight follows the history of your face
The way you blink your eyes causes my heart to engrain deeper into my chest

Though, where are you darling?
Have the waters taken you astray, far away from my sight?
Until You and I come in unison again my dear I will hold onto these sounds of our past dreams

For these were the times