This is what it feels like to write, draw, sing, act anything creative. It feels like you totally rule the world, like you're in charge of everything and everyone must bow to you or else they be slain, like what you're creating will never die, and you yourself are immortal by extent. That boy drawing in the corner? The girl with a beautiful singing voice? The geek in drama? That freak with their journal always covering their face? One day they'll be in charge, they'll be making a legacy. And you? You'll be the one on the street, following their rules in their world, subjected to the tyranny that is the media. We are the rulers of this world. We are the kings and queens, the heroes and the villains.
Anyone ever heard the song "Voices Off Camera" by Rise Against? It's stuck in my head. I'll post a vid with the song when I get out of school. I generally consider it to be my theme song. Here's the lyrics in the meantime:
Can you hear the desperate cries
That are calling out your name?
Twisting your arms, holding out their hands
And tugging at your sleeve
Do you feel, this underlying sense of urgency
Or are you as blind as me?
I hit the ground and I'm still running
But I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere now
I can't bear the thought of losing,
I dread the attention winning brings
But ever since the day I came here
I can stand without your strings
I'm so sick of all these people
But I'm scared to be alone
And if this life has taught me anything
I forgot it long ago
And so I
Hit the ground and I'm still running
But I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes
Hit the ground and I'm still running
But I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes
The heart is something, you can't control
We either choose to follow, or be left on our own
So we're leaving here on, a less-travelled road
As desperate cries grow louder, I know we're getting close, getting close
. . .
And so I hit the ground and I'm still running
But I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes
Hit the ground and I'm still running
But I need a place to stay tonight,
I swear I'll be gone in the morning
I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes…
