Vincent's August Rush.

I just finished watching August Rush. I told Kevin my word for today is beautiful. I want to meet beautiful people--that's an internal/external sort of deal. I'd want to meet Lyla, Louis (especially Louis, haha), and Evan. ~When Louis and Evan played guitar in the park, I cried.~ It was beautiful. They are beautiful, good people in this movie. I gave it an 87.5%, which puts it in my top spot. The theme I felt most was the way that music evolves from our heart, our love, our inspiration. I loved Evan's first monologue, which included, "I like to imagine what I hear came from my mother and father. Maybe the notes I hear, are the same notes they heard, the night they met. Maybe that's how they found each other. Maybe that's how they'll find me." It brought me back to a poem I wrote only a few weeks ago. I don't have as much inspiration or depth to write like this anymore, which saddens me. I am already losing the limitless power I can only grasp at certain moments in my life.
The Breeze Against My Cheek
The breeze against my cheek
will not blow again,
the same way;
different places, different times.
One day, I won't feel the breeze any longer.
I will miss them.
This is my personal, private moment.
I want to share it.
Would I if I could,
could I if I wanted,
to share this experience with another?

Palm fronds billow, their fingers
playing silent harps to the wind.
Can the breeze hear even the softest
leaves as they make their music?
Should the wind care, carrying the
music along with it?
Can the wind carry our thoughts and
feelings taking it to others?
Can you share with me a breath,
if we both share this breeze?

My hair sways as the trees
bend in the wind,
am I with them, a part of them?
Even if I don't think about it,
or see it as togetherness,
do we exist with everything
beyond our limited imagination?
What are we that we do not know?
How much do we all share together,
without knowing?

The breeze strokes my cheek,
the world is sighing.
These are my personal,
private moments.
Can I share them with you?
I want to.

A part of this 'Age' or any Age is defined by the ways I am altered, the ways I have evolved. This blog is a part of such an evolution. I want my friends to know they matter to me. My renewed interest in finally getting my creations out in the world--that is an evolution. I want to have my art out there, but not for money, not for fame, but because I want... I want to find someone that can think and understand me and love me. I want to be a bright shining light so I may find that person, so that person may find me.
I told Kevin, he was making me miss David (Edwards), because we used to sit watching movies until we fell asleep. I don't have a friend like that, I was actually hoping my newest friend may be like that, but that's an adamant "I don't do that!" Disappointments. Friendships without limitations versus friendships with imposed limits. I am a limitless friend to my friends, I don't know if they realize that.
I miss the company of friends. I miss the company of my friends. I miss Jennifer (Tang) who would take me out to eat breakfast, then to Kailua Beach or Waimea Bay. I miss Aron (Espinueva) when we'd drive around aimlessly. I miss Darren (Cunneen) telling him how much more fulfilling time is when it is spent with a friend you care about. I miss Kenny (Dunn), sitting, sitting, and how time moved differently when we sat.
I told Kevin tonight, I only make good friends with one person in every friend-circle. Why? Because I can know their friends, I can see how that person's friends influence them, and thus influences me through that way. I have few friends, but by extension, I am touched by many, many more. Perhaps I am touched by the world.

Vincent