Rewind Pause Fast forward: Immobile

Has your life ever moved so fast past you that everything feels 

Still

People screaming at home

Faster.

People laughing as loud as possibly in the hallway

Faster. 

Cars driving past as head lights flash in your eyes one by one

Faster.

Every thought in your mind about your life deafening you at once.

Faster.

Until your body feels immobile.

I have felt this feeling so often that it's normal.

I know it's weird but I can't explain it

I just do it.

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Stillness is everywhere.

As I sit in the hallway all of us together but not a word shared, we all sit drifting into our own worlds.

As people go running down the hallway

I can't stop myself from staring, no one noticing  as if they don't even know where they are.

not moving an inch, not worrying about the next class.

just breathing.

I get in these moods were any motion in my body feels unnatural

unwanted 

Laying on my bed with only the hard comforter, while the hue of colour on my wall fills my room as the sun reflects on it.

The sensation of feeling the air fill your lungs and the satisfaction of it leaving your body.

coming together as one.

Soundtrack: White noise

The beauty of stillness.

Do you ever have those 

 Moments when you lay down looking only at a textured ceiling. You can hear your own breath like a silent symphony.

You can feel every movement around you, 

the air is thin

you get so comfortable being motionless that it feels uneasy and out of place to move.

No commitments or responsibility just 

breathe.

If you ever find you self in that state, this is the soundtrack for you! 

*Set list*

Chinatown - Do Make Say Think

Afternoon Sister - Air

Never Gonna Get This P**** - Cliff Martinez

Empty House - Air

Teddy Rides Home - Devonté Hynes

Laura Palmer's Theme - Angelo Badalamenti 

Teddy In The Library - Devonté Hynes

White Noise 

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Definition: Still

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Soundtrack: Love vs Lust

When you see their face your heart races. You can't stop taking glances at them. You daydream about you two being together, but they don't even know your name. That's young love (lust). I find myself rapidly falling into a dream, where reality doesn't exist. I have no control I'm in love,

I'm in love

in love

love!

I know that it's not true, but the feeling of lust can be so addictive and blissful, that I just wait until that dream gets dull or I wake up!

This is a soundtrack for all your love/lust filled dreams.

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Definition: Infatuation

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Film Stills: Sad Hours

Sad Hours

Moments of my life I cant hide. The rush of emotions come faster and faster 

faster and faster and faster

Until I can't control it, I want it to go away but it feels like time stops.

The faster the emotions come, the slower the clock ticks.

Tick.... 

Tick....

Tick....

 It does go away, but never fully.

I always hear the clock ticking.

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Rewind, Pause, Fast forward: Accept Tears

 Pause ▌▌

Accept Tear

January is the month for the ''new you'' 

"The first chapter of a new book'' its going to be "your" year. But to be fully honest I always fall back into my old ways. January is dull, the sky is concealed with an airy blanket of fog and my life is full of overcast. The earth is disguised to those who don't want accept it. I'm often brought to tears easily by things, I have admitted to my myself that I am a crybaby. To me being a crybaby is really just accepting emotions.

accept, accept, accept

Babies don't feel ashamed of feeling, its a way of communication. No matter where you are from, the sight of a glistened tear is one of the strongest non verbal cue. We are connected by our feelings, I don't feel the need to restrict my self from being connected to emotions and the rest of the world. But I do fear it. Teenage tears can be the worst.

Still From: All the Right Noises

THE STING

PAINTED RED EYE

CHAPPED LIPS

THE FAMILIAR TASTE OF SALTY SADNESS

 The realization that at any moment someone can drown you in your own tears, but worst of all you can submerge yourself in a watery grave of your own sadness. But I want to face my fears, I don't want to waste time missing out on the connection, but I also don't want to suffocate in my own tears.

I just remember to be fully submerged in that moment. 

Feel the way it drips down my face. 

The warmth of my cheeks.

I just want to accept 

accept, accept, accept

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