at 6:39 am the world looks like a peaceful place, just the few others enjoying the sunrise and the sound of the coffee machines bubbling away. Electricity is finally waking up, with the street lights abandoning there positions as the world lights up.

ive been putting all the cups away, watching the early birds rise to catch a non-exsistant worm. a new start with the slight smell of yesterdays emotions, i cant really wrap my mind around what makes the world seem new with the light peeking over the roof tops.

6:50, and the clouds become visibly painted pink with purple hues. the ripple effect has leaked over with my lack of sleep. ive never watched the clock and pondered about the seconds im listening to pass by. god could not have made the world i live in more complicated and beautiful.

7:30, and the sun showed his face. the crickets fade and every bird is awake calling out to remove the silence of night. my stomach makes more noise with questions i wish i didnt have. this day and age, the world burns and decays trying to regenerate what we waste. the chemicals stirring in my blood wont cease and ive done nothing but try to breath. it seems modern medicine can only offer a band-aid to those really in need.. but thats if your lucky. too many humans, and not enough money to balance us out.

-alexandre

Im not much for words but more for actions.. a video camera does a much better job of explaining how I feel than a journal ever would.

When our bodies touch I hear the most beautiful music

Waxing and waning

symphonies inviting

my heart skips a beat, then another.

it must be your electric waves crashing against mine. dancing and twirling within eachother.

when you get lost in the other person, when you get over filled with emotion, when you lose your concentration, when you pause the television, when you brake the glass doors, when you jump off the bridge, when you swim to the shore, when you run to the east, when you say you will, but wont, when you cant, when you can, when you wont accept the truth, when you say your wrong, when you refuse to give advice, when you stop walking, when you stop crying, and when you stop breathing.

do not forget who you are.

love, me

who do you expect to believe you these days? every one of them is simply watching the world like a television set, waiting to call out the name of the actors they idolize. waiting to judge and tear down, to control and rip apart those names because were all animals. we are all animals on the inside. i want to dissipate into the sounds and frequency’s of this world, a description of energy like our favorite colors. i long for those days i can feel the world crying out with all the emotions we ignore. the vibrations so beautiful in hue seeping out of the ground and into our bodies..

were completely full, cant you feel it? completely full. it flows out my eyes nearly every night and some of you have forgotten who you are.

have you really forgotten?

do you no longer believe?

from those beautiful glass eyes, from those beautiful glassy eyes i can see you.

do not forget who you are, you beautiful creature of feeling, loving and experiencing.. do not forget.

when you get lost in the other person, when you get over filled with emotion, when you lose your concentration, when you pause the television, when you brake the glass doors, when you jump off the bridge, when you swim to the shore, when you run to the east, when you say you will, but wont, when you cant, when you can, when you wont accept the truth, when you say your wrong, when you refuse to give advice, when you stop walking, when you stop crying, and when you stop breathing.

do not forget who you are.

love me.. alex

every day that passes i become more certain that it all happens for a reason. everything is effected by your or my actions and shown as plain as day what is right and what is wrong. is this a gift? or is this simply something most people ignore?

When children have a chance to draw on something large, I wonder why they always draw spirals?

im the lame ass who has no friends, who leaves, doesnt call, forgets to show up. im the lame ass whos afraid of everyone, and keeps miles of distance between them. im that lame ass who crys alone, who has no one, who lives with no memories of times shared with anyone else. all at my own fault. i wish i wasnt afraid of being close to even a single friend. im so sorry to all of those ive done this too, and im so sorry im afraid of you all.

but no one cares because everyone else has it worse, so why do i even feel sad?

dear diary,

i wish every person would write there story in a book, somewhere so the story of there life would never be forgotten, and so that every moment would be documented and if they ever wanted it to be, shared.

love, alexandr’e lemay

you knew that you loved me
and once you changed your mind
cant see with old eyes
cant blame the sky

friendships are wavering
in this beautiful world of dust
conquering the living
were always looking
for something to take over us

the crows keep on singing
they follow me around
showing me something
i just cant put my finger on

well ill pack my bags
and set off west
ill miss all of our memories
i wish you only the best

you knew that you loved me
and once you changed your mind
cant see with old eyes
cant blame the sky
cant blame the sky

alexandre lemay

ive found it again, the moments i live for. the divine connection and love shared by everything on earth and in the sky

i will never be anyone but myself