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estebanam
24 November 2007 @ 10:47 pm
ey.
how you doin'?
fine i hope.
just came back from mike's house after playing assassin's creed and gears of war.
good games, good games.
after the ping pong tournament, i felt the breeze sweep up memories. my mind clicked and i barely realized how things changed so fast.

people tend to be fond of me at first impressions but once they get to know me, their thoughts of me suddenly change to a negative force. the

fall days are to an end, and the trees are almost naked. i like this time of the year, when the house is full, the smell of burnt wood flows through the bleak air, crystal lights warm up the houses, santa clause flies through children's minds, money is thrown around and i get to just sit and watch it all. thinking about christmas, i don't know what i want. i do want a new friend, someone i don't have to speak to.

as the cinema flows through my eyes, i cherish having a computer to type on for screenplay writing. one of my beliefs in cinema, is that it portrays life in how it can really be seen through ordinary eyes. life is wonderful, i'm sure we agree on that, but people become so oblivious and muddled up in the fast pace life goal to get money, they forget all the aspects that life carries, that cinema serves on a plate for you! in damnation i can say that we are blind and feel life's sorrow. i feel even myself blind too at points.
oh writing portrays this also.
good novels.
people should read more.

i'm off to do whatever estebans do.
 
 
Current Mood: rejectedrejected
Current Music: bob dylan - dink's song
 
 
estebanam
30 April 2007 @ 10:22 pm
Define beauty.
From the mountains deep ends,
to the the snow's cushion for your feet.
Courtesy from the friend who lends,
to where lover's lips meet.
The cold air at mid night,
the moon's rays shine,
as you can be anywhere from the hot sands to brine,
yet you are here walking in the moon's light.
The way he walks with his hands in his pockets,
to that sparkle in her eye
to win his hidden heart in that imaginary locket,
wishing that bed in your room is where she would lie,
So the butterflies that fly in a dingle,
are seemingly close to in the ocean's whales lurking around,
which also relates to that cute girl who sits there single,
as also in brotherhood the the bacteria on the ground,
who is the mother of of how sarcasm makes someone smile,
how that is the world to art of philosophy,
to that feeling accomplishment after running to school mile,
to being happy to see.
Also this is friends with that Christmas feeling you get after in being warm in the cold,
full of food and that warm drunken feeling of wine,
is also the power that runs the concentration in how a sculptor molds,
is the same as after a rock show makes me feel fine,
and this is all connected to depression,
making a tragic hero,
is almost the same as future's succession,
to full of things is the same beauty to the beauty of having zero.
All this goes to the master of this creation,
which made this world, everything from sadness,
to happiness, to sarcasm, to excitement,
to being in love, to being heart broken,
from innocent and guilty,
and even the goriest is a beauty of the exposure of what things are made of,
so what is beauty you ask?
Well, in a vague way of seeing it,
everything.
 
 
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
 
 
estebanam
28 April 2007 @ 02:07 pm
I'm posting this to start out.

The heat is a burden and makes my body cry. I feel negative vibes from today and plans in the future await me, but a got a deep feeling that it's not going to go right. But what could possibly go wrong?

The distorted guitar that comes from my speakers and makes it's way to my damaged ears are giving me a fuzzy feeling. I have more trouble hearing now, I think I messed up my hears a little bit from listening to music so loud. I should stop. Things seem more quiet even though everything is hustling in a constant pace so it gives me a headache.

I try to drown little problems I must fix with sleep and music.

Dreams keep coming, even harder now, telling me something I can't understand. They're depressing sometimes, but I love sleep and I love the vision they give.

I am still writing my script and I hate it when my mind is blank. I am pulling these words out my ass because my mind is blank and I don't feel like explaining anything to anyone or to even try to reason my cuddled thoughts. I have a very unorganized mind.

Wait, I feel a bit more vivid now. I like it when things are basically clarity. Life is a combination of vague sloppiness and then clarity, because everything fits into you don't understand it at all, or you do.

I don't know.
You make the choice.
I will type again when I feel actual influence to type. When I feel inspired.
I sure miss Brandy.







 
 
Current Mood: lazylazy
Current Music: Journey To The Inside Of S - Clear Blue Sky