the flowers stared

parents brought fresh roses last weekend, cut straight from our garden. today, they are...less than well. the salt water trick did not work well. i shall spread their petals to the wind.

do the glitch.

the glitch mob. introduced two days ago by aaron. i've downloaded their entire discography but so far i've only listened to this album, drink the sea. 6 times. my friend told me their remixes are a lot better, but i refuse to try the others before i've had my fill of this course. i'm a slow eater.

my favorite yesterday and parts of today was "between two points ft. swan". a slow paced spin with the vocals of a siren. now...it's slowly becoming "starve the ego, feed the soul." this song is like nostalgia hitting with a velvet baseball bat. before i knew it, i was already sinking into my childhood, on the swing that my grandpa made me. in that courtyard of grapes, pomegranates, bonsai, and rows and rows of heavenly flowers, twisted branches. i hear the low clucking of hens and chicks locked behind the shed. to get there i must walk through an aisle paved with century old stones. green and the dirt. smells like those summer nights beneath an eastern sky. i miss sitting on my small chair with my grandparents. waving bamboo woven clover-shaped fans, the warm air stirring. and the magic of dusk seemed endless, in waves flowing over my closed eyes.