id like to share something.

right now, im working on a story... actually, im working on two stories at the moment.

one of them has in progress since i was about 19.

here's the basic breakdown in so many words:

a young scientist, living in a small town with his mother and father, had just begun enjoying his down time between the end of grad school and finally stepping out into the real world when the community's inhabitance fall victim to a new virus found in the fur of the wildlife indigenous to the surrounding forrest. the virus was characterized by fever like symptoms, mild hallucinations, short term insomnia, and towards the end of the cycle, a star-shaped and bright red rash found on the lower left side of the abdomen. doctors and surgeons found this condition and the persuit of its cure moot and pointless for it only lasted for as long as 2 to 3 days. however, the more it spread, the more it evolved. within 3 months of its exsistance, it evolved into a longer, stronger strand. soon, people began dying via either prolonged insomnia, fever-like symptoms or the most common death, hallucination induced suicide. the scientist saw it the same as west nile was observed by the common teen in this day and age. he thought nothing of it and continued his comfortable vacation. until, one night, he woke to the sharp and stagnant screams from the bedroom next to his. he rushed into the room only to find his mother balled up in the corner of the newly disarranged room. it was then evident that he couldnt ignore something as big as this. he spent the next few days working diligently searching for a cure. unfortunately, his mother died after three days of his search, drounding herself in their backyard pool. it was then he realized he couldnt let anyone else die from this tragic illness, espically not his father. so, with guilt and his father's well being in mind, he headed for a secluded lab in the middle of nowhere. just before he left home, his father made him promise to always keep contact with home. during the first month of research, they talked everyday at precisely at 3pm. after a month went by, the calls started coming in later, and then not as frequent. once every week, then every weekend until he just stopped altogether. two weeks after the last call, the father began to have premonitions of his son being in some sort of bind. he couldnt function in normal life as far as work and social periods. one starry night, he decided to call his troubled son and they begin to argue about silence between them. the father begins to probe his son for answers and eventually his son reveals that he has the very illness that claimed his mother's life. as it turns out, the son had only himself to experiment on in the end. because, he could not find a cure, he begins on into madness and throws himself off an near by cliff while his father is frantic on the other end of the phone.

and thats the story of "Equinox"..

so far, ive just been writing songs to represent each chapter. right now, the last four chapters have been made into songs.

im tired. ill tell you about the other story later...

-eddie.

Good Morrow, My Vessel

this is... kind of a first...

im not sure if writing songs is my way of blogging...

i think it feels about the same. its not quite singing and belting out
my feelings. but, it helps. Lauren (my love interest) says its a good way
to sort out my feelings...

...but, which feelings need sorting....

i know how i feel about everyday things like work and my band and my social
life...

i guess the question is where do i start?...

whenever i think of visual image of my feelings for things, its almost always in red* if
its a passionate feeling. for things im on the fence about, the image is as clear as a winter afternoon in the sun (the sky in maryland is a darker blue when its cold). if the sky were as clear as it was when its cold during the summer, id completely hate winter although i appreciate it for making me appreciate warm weather... i forgot where i was going.

im worried im the only one.

who cares.
who feels.
who understands.
who dreams.

-eddie.