String Tailor

“If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.”

― Jodi Picoult, Plain Truth

Art: http://julijajan.deviantart.com/art/kick-me-and-I-ll-be-ok-184135363

"Ever been late to your first job in 13 months? Or your first date with your high school crush, to a broadway show that you'd promised you would be at, saying you 'wouldn't miss it for the world'? Well, Kathie was late to both, all in the span of a single day. It's actually how she earned the nickname 'Late Kate'. She was good at a lot of things, and unfortunately, tardiness happened to be one of them. Most of the time, she could've sworn it wasn't entirely her fault she was late, sometimes it wasn't her fault at all.

Henrik often joked that the universe had some balance to maintain, and Kate's tardiness was the pivot, the fulcrum if you will. It was funny the first three or four times, but by the 1000th time, it'd gotten almost as old as the Late Kate joke.

σн ι'м ѕσяяу, ι мυѕт вє ςσиfυѕιиg уσυ, ∂єαя яєα∂єя, нєияιк ωαѕ кαтє'ѕ σℓ∂єѕт αи∂ ςℓσѕєѕт fяιєи∂, αи∂ нє ωαѕ ףυιтє єαѕιℓу тнє ωσяℓ∂'ѕ мσѕт ραтιєит мαи, αѕ σиє ωσυℓ∂ нανє тσ вє ωнєи ∂єαℓιиg ωιтн ℓαтє кαтє. нє ωαѕ αℓѕσ α ѕℓυg ιη єνєяутнιηg нє ∂ι∂, ѕσ нιѕ ραтιєη¢є ωαѕ ρяσвαвℓу נυѕт нιм ∂σιηg єνєяутнιηg мυ¢н ѕℓσωєя тнαη єνєяуσηє єℓѕє. η⊕ω ßαςκ †⊕ †hε š†⊕rψ....

Much like many a hero of the tale, Kate fell victim to society and began to feel

rather...ostracized. She began to feel as though she needed to..be accepted, rather than despised. She began to feel as though she needed to change.

This was her mistake, for; the more one changes for others, the more one begins to lose sense of self, and identity. One loses the bright light that emanates their path through existence and allows society to throw a torchlight onto a path it sees fit for the individual.

I would be a flawed omnipresence in this story by saying that I felt for Kate as I have seen many a lost soul fall victim to society similarly, if not in the same way. If I could stretch a hand and guide them onto the appropriate path, I would. But, rules are rules..."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/462956036669495176/

"He wants to say 'I love you' but keeps it at goodnight, cause love would mean some falling, and she's afraid of heights.

- sarah.smith1512. (from http://www.searchquotes.com)"

I got lazy and put up a few quotes about saying goodnight I found online

"

-Good night

_It’s almost morning!

-Then, it was a good night!"

Art: http://pascalcampion.deviantart.com/art/Good-night-578923146

We a fi drop

Di summer tune ina di springtime

Jump in line, we have di sweet vibes

Some sweet vibes for the weekend, fam

Art: http://archann.deviantart.com/art/Sweet-Vibes-85105165

"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

-- Rumi."

"'If you close your eyes and just..take in all that's around you, picture yourself amongst the clouds, at home with them, you can fly', she said, observing me with the keen, critical eye of a teacher. She was usually much more laidback than this, its just that now was a special moment, something we'd planned for ages, and couldn't afford to mess up. She'd taken me to her favorite part of the Raville Hills; Turlin Point, this cliff that was barely 17 feet above sea level, but had some of the most beautiful scenery of the water, and the beautiful night sky, if you knew what time to be out here, like she did. She brought me here to teach me how to fly. Sounds silly, I know. It was her thing, she'd teach me how to 'fly', but not in the literal sense, this was her way of bringing us closer together, think of it like a double date with nature.

What she was to do was to see the hills and skies from her viewpoint, so she'd paint this word picture and sort of guide me into her subconsciousness, she was very in tune with her spiritual self, and often projected her astral existence. I'd never seen it, but she'd enter this meditative state and then her body(vessel) would go limp for like 30 minutes and then she'd open her eyes again....look, it's difficult to put in words, what she was trying to help me do. Think of it like two Disney characters...say..Nala and Simba, right? So they go to the favorite spot for one of the two, like Simba's forest, and just bond and all that, and after the experience, they're more in tune with each other, and more connected as a couple, think of it like that. That's sort of what we did. She eventually got me to do it, and we were projecting ourselves for hours. We probably kissed a few times, or as close to kissing as astral forms can do. When we got back into our physical bodies, she told me she loved me, and admitted that she'd had her doubts, naturally. Then we just lay in the grass a while longer, cuddling each other."

- Stories of a String Tailor..

Art: http://erisiar.deviantart.com/art/Fate-Improvement-Redraw-524413951

Some instruments tell a better story than my words, so for today, the story is pulled from: Stories of a String Instrument

Art: http://mandeax.deviantart.com/art/Cello-Fantasy-204564318

''Tell me is it work that got you stressed like this

She's buttnaked, I tell her 'you can't step outside when you dressed like this'

Every time she start to call me Papi, she confess her sins

I just put a smile up on that face so baby where's my kiss?

She says she need a moment

a little something, make her not to focus."

She grab some paper, about to roll it

Damn, you smoke? I ask, she's like yeah, I'm surprised you didn't notice. ''

- Poems by a String Tailor

Sorry for the little quiet, been putting some songs down, more to come soon!!!! Prepare for a new sound, a few new musical approaches, and....some new experiences

Art: http://bohomaz13.deviantart.com/art/Friday-on-my-mind-427282433

Guitar(s) by: @bradosanz

Produced by: me

"Her father always found himself quoting Zig Ziglar around her, often advising her that: 'Repetition is the mother of learning, the father of action, which makes it the architect of accomplishment.' She learned otherwise, through what she experienced. For it takes an unrequited love to know true loneliness, yet also, to know how to love truly.. and fully.

What she learned about repetition was that it is the means with which to abandon something, or at the very least, to develop disinterest towards it. Be it her favorite song, or her favorite meal eaten all days of the week, or writing his name in her notebooks over and over, she learned that much like a blade that is used over time, or an 'I love you' is spoken more often than shown, it loses purpose...meaning over time. This is how she learned the nature of the world, the harsh reality; when you heart gets broken, as much as you cling onto others for comfort and refuge, you will eventually find yourself picking up the pieces of your tattered heart by yourself. A heart broken once loved wholeheartedly, yet may never do so again.."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://pablorodrigo.deviantart.com/art/Vintage-pen-and-notebook-465291567

"He dusted the boombox and rattled it a few times. He flicked it on and it immediately started booming Fiasco's OSL over the tiny, desolate studio. 'Why can't them youngin rappers try to be a little more like this?', he asked hysterically, sounding genuinely appalled. 'This here', he pointed dramatically to the boombox's left speaker, 'is what good rap sound like, son! Now this...this quality', he cupped his hands as though he was holding the music in them, 'I want to hear that in your music when you plays it, you hear?'. I smiled, chuckling to myself and shook my head. 'You got it, Uncle B', I said, but it was much more, it was my vow to him, and I planned to keep it..."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://volture.deviantart.com/art/Lupe-Fiasco-410326274

"She tried to clear her head, to focus, but that's the thing with distraction; All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate, at least that's what Julio Cortázar is quoted for philosophizing. She learned that concentration is like the tides, uncertain, and impermanent, and the key to overcoming distractions, was to get distracted...from her distractions.

I know right? I couldn't wrap my head around it the first few times she explained it to me. I figured its kind of like poles of a magnet. If you want to get distracted, and you are distracted, then the two similar poles would cancel out, and you'd have a problem solve itself. Simple logic, right?

The world works like opposite day though, she also told me. The way to get something is to not want it enough that you get it. When you want to fall in love, life gives you a series of bad breakups and next to no luck with affairs of the heart. When you don't want to fall in love is when it lets you do so, like it or not. Twisted logic, but it seemed to work for her.''

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://theunknownbeing.deviantart.com/art/Endless-Thoughts-322312114