Open your Eyes

What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you aren’t dying?






Are you grateful?
Do you wish to keep dreaming?
Do you wish you dreamt it all?
Do you wish you were different?

We're all dying. Some very slowly, some faster than others. Sometimes you get more healthy, sometimes you lose weight or hair. Sometimes you fight with your friends. Most of the time you love them, but occasionally you roll your eyes, blame their spoiled American ways. There are times where being alone is ok, each morning is nice to know there's a fluffy precious white creature depending on me to go outside, to cuddle, followed by the smell of Guatemalan brewed black coffee. The nice emails, to wake up to a letter that tells you that your photographs will be published in large circulating magazines or an editor's note about having media passes to photograph Pitchfork 2010, of course we can't ignore the musical opportunities of seeing our favorite bands play live, and hopefully capture the energy of their souls.

Sometimes you miss the real thing in the mornings. Not the person. The connection, the mutual feeling, the companion.

Do you ever remember your happy life moments like a slide show of your life with a soundtrack that plays in the background? I want to remember my lonely mornings like happy blossoming overture rectangles of my day.

	José González - Heartbeats .mp3
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