String Tailor

"He was the only other person who loved climbing to the rooftops. In order to see the beautiful city of Pandris, the scenery, the only way was, quite literally, up. The only thing worse than having him outrun me to the rooftops, was having to hear him ramble on and on. I let him talk as much as he needed to; the fact that he was a great listener made up for it quite well anyways. He always let me share with him when I needed to. I think he always saw what we had as nothing more than a friendship, and that was what I needed at the time, someone to be there for me. I'd moved away from Tokyo to here when I was finally old enough to, just a few months ago. I'd grown tired of living in the same town for basically all my life, so I felt I had to leave. A new city is always a scary experience, especially when everyone is as reserved as they are in Pandris, The first building I climbed was a 2 storey Spice shop, named Etta's Spices and Herbs. It wasn't much of a challenge, and somehow I just kept climbing till I reached really high. The view of the city from up was breathtaking. I no longer felt like I was walking amongst a bunch of zombies and robots from up here, I felt like I was in a whole other city, like I had a whole other city to myself. At least, that's what I thought at first. On my second day, I ran into Harry, literally ran into him, somewhere high up in the architecture. I wasn't expecting to find another person up here, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, like he was tainting my personal..fort, of sorts. He quickly introduced himself and told me that he came up here everyday to hang out and sometimes just clear his head. He guessed that I was new to the city, because it was quite small, and he basically 'knew everyone'. 'Wanna hang out?', a shy fifteen year old him asked me. 'We're probably the only two people that come up here, and you're the first other person I've ever ran into up here, so we might as well be friends', he continued. This whole time, I hadn't even gotten a word into the conversation, and the first things I said to him were, 'Alright, okay....'

He was my first, and so far, only friend, and he did the best job at that..."

- Stories of a String Seamstress

tried writing from a female viewpoint, sort of like a diary entry

Enjoy

Alright, okay.

Art: http://eduardo-pena.deviantart.com/art/rooftop-chit-chat-574364771

"The Bard in yellow said this to me, 'when there is nothing that can fix a broken love, you need to let her go, FOR THE BETTER.' So, just as the shadows envelop the leaves from the sun, she too, started to fade away, slowly at first.."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://guweiz.deviantart.com/art/Shade-570216460

"She's so....she sings to the sunset, and yet it sings back. She beckons to the winds, and they dance to her rhythm.."

- Stories of a String Tailor

My first Jazz production, and I'm really happy about it, excited too, because I can tell I've progressed as a producer, since I've always tried, and failed, to produce Jazz, until now

Art: http://futarinokizuna.deviantart.com/art/Comm-She-Sings-for-The-Sunset-460707392

"I found the world much more quiet at night, and this is when I found that staying up all night talking to her was more desirable than sleeping all night next to her. For, the spark of two warm hearts could light the unknown for an eternity."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Art: http://artcrawl.deviantart.com/art/02-Cuddling-Somewhere-Zutara-452618623

"I used to wake every morning to a house full of activity, the sweet smell of warm coffee and bacon and eggs, the sizzling crackles and the aromas made my belly rumble. I'd swear Angela made the best bacon and eggs. I always told her that, we called the kitchen her "lab". Nowadays though, I woke to a half-empty bed and a house full of silence. I got dressed for work and walked through the corridor to the kitchen, and for the first time, I'd beaten Angela to getting dressed. There she sat at the dining table, coffee in hands, looking absolutely tired, and her nose had a faint red tint.

'Morning, babe', I said to her, lovingly.

'Morning yourself', she snickered. 'Don't act like we're "fine" all of a sudden.' She air quoted, laying her coffee down on the table and standing up to face me,

'Let's not start this right now, we just woke up, babe', I started.

'Don't you dare babe me, you don't get to do that.' After an uncomfortable silence, she said, 'I'm moving in with Laila this afternoon, I thought I'd let you know. I think we need some space, I need some space. I need to think things over.'

'Think things over? I love you, you love me, let's not fucking fight, for Pete's sake!' I said, things were starting to get a little heated. Her eyes, said that she was sorry, but I decided to leave before I said something I'd regret. 'I'm going to work, alright? You want some space, I'll give you some space. Lock up when you leave.' With that I left."

- Stories of a String Tailor

This is for the couples that fight in the morning, a love like war. Feeling like you're on two different sides of the world, when you're right next to each other.

All we do is morning fights

Leading into boring nights

Baby don't ignore me right

Tell me that you sorry right..

Now.

Art: http://neonlynxie.deviantart.com/art/Going-the-distance-200501711

"Plans. Destiny. Fate. She hated anything that felt like it had been decided for her. Anything that made her feel like she had no control. She wasn't especially a fan of 'soulmates', destined lovers, written in the stars, that sort of astrological nonsense that kids buy into, which is why she never liked it when I called us 'soulmates'. I did so anyways because that's what we were. Soulmates. But if anyone's ever told you anything along the lines; 'a leopard never changes its spots', then tell them it's complete bollocks. The only constant is change. Needless to say, Taylor will alway be the biggest what-if in my life, I don't think I'll ever be in love like that ever again.

Damn.

6 years later and still the name Taylor gets my blood running and my heart beating faster.."

For Taylor, with love

Guitar(s) by: @bradosanz

Produced by: Myself

Art: http://maddyfairy.deviantart.com/art/Guitar-24049224

"It takes a little rain to miss the sunshine, and a little time away from mankind to miss the company. Like a mountain top under the night sky, all I see is outlines, the present feels like a slideshow in year 9 science class; I can almost hear Mr Randall getting called out for brushing through the slides faster than we could read them, "Come on sir! Nobody can read that fast! Slow it down!". Mr Randall hated feeling like he was being given orders, and this time was no exception. My past feels like a history book being read out to me, everything feels so unfamiliar, like I'm reliving someone else's experiences. My future feels like a maths lesson, calculus actually. I'm the worst at calculus. That's why I ran away, grabbed my guitar and a little money from the multiple jobs I'd been working, and went to live the simple life, for when I latched onto my guitar was the only time I ever felt fully in control.."

- Stories of a String Tailor.

Art: http://nanomortis.deviantart.com/art/Never-Fall-Away-557414025

"...a million voices echoed in strong resonance from around me, murmuring one word only, HUIS, which means HOME.

For it was only a million cries that could hearten me; and I would begin my journey back home, across the plains, back to reality.."

- Stories of a String Tailor

Please come back home.

Art by Robert Missen: https://www.behance.net/gallery/1543777/Come-Back-Home

Contact me: [email protected]

For leases and info

baby are you here right now?

Contact me: [email protected] for leases and info