Burning Snowflake

I inhale it with refreshment and exhale it with satisfaction. I can feel each note as it leaves the intrinsic place where it was first created and so fervently makes its way to my ears. Every note hits me differently; some feel arctic and crisp, like I have just stepped in the midst of a winter storm. My face goes numb from the chill that each note brings as it pierces right to the bone. But only then, when I can feel the cold hit me so suddenly, am I aware that I am, in fact, alive and breathing. Other times, it hits me like the sun, blazing down in rays of heat. Each note melts on my forehead and becomes a part of my being. The warmth I experience has more bubbles than a bottle of champagne could even fathom. In complete soberness music has me under the influence. It's something divine. Like every note, every lyric, were placed in my ear so carefully by the hand of God himself. My favorite notes however, are the kinds that bring with it a sort of revelation. The ones that creep under my skin and suddenly find their way out the tiny hairs on my arms as each hair stands up to applaud the sound my ears have just experienced. The ones that somehow make my jaw muscles loosen and my eye lids seem as though they were meant to close so I can truly see. Music is an encounter that can take me to a place no one else can touch. Only here, in the midst of this array of all emotions, can imagination meet possibility if the mind is open to the wonders they both possess.

Freedom of Expression Shows That We Are Not Free

He was just your average American, looking for a way to make a name, a way to make his voice heard, when so many voices sound the same. But today's average American isn't average can't you see, we are blind if we don't realize average isn't what it used to be. We are told now more than ever, to express our individuality. So express it we do, through art and music, through words, through clothes and tattoos. Listen as YOLO gets thrown around like it's a game, but if we only live once, why do so many live in shame? Don't you get it, "We only live once?" And now 26 people's lives on earth are done, it was through expression they were killed, not with a gun.

Expression was not meant to be bad, no in fact it is good, but there is something wrong with the way have turned into walking puppets made of wood. We have let society attach to us strings of all sorts, and now our expressions are just the media's reports. Look at the television as it tells us what we should be, and by telling us, somehow that's expressing individuality? It throws at us news that is filled with anger and hate, but unless it happens to us directly we can't really relate. Watch as the media promotes a sex driven "party America" that portrays carelessness as okay. But for some reason millions of people are numb as they wake up each day? So we express how we feel on our computers at home, we let the world know when we are feeling alone. Through facebook, through twitter, through innate words in a text, but does this falsity we portray really express?

The answer is no, which is why bad things happen as they do, because no matter how hard we try, everyone just sees right through. Why? Because everyone is so busy expressing their own, they don't take the time to see someone else feels alone. "Look out for number one, Climb to the top of the ladder, Don't quit 'til it's done, Only I matter, It's all about me, What do I want, I want what I see, My life I will flaunt." Do you see that the U in United States is the YOU we express? If we put others first we wouldn't be in this mess.

Don't you see the raging river of evil flowing through this nation? Well people I'm telling you now, yo better grab your flotation. Because there are a lot of bodies just going with the flow, and it takes someone strong to stand up and show, that walking against the current of evil in this land, is the only way we can bring peace back to man. You see, it is the dead souls of today that flow down the river, come alive my friends, let's walk up stream until you see the sliver. The sliver of hope in the sky our Creator lets shine. Grab my hand and let's express something divine. If we must express ourselves let us express love, let us express the one who created us from above.

We shall call out His name as we mourn the children lost, and the wonderful teachers who all paid a cost, by being so brave and acting out of love, let us follow their footsteps as they watch from above. Let us live as those children, innocent and free, and love life just as He meant it to be. Bring God back to a world that is broken, and don't be afraid of His words if they are spoken. Find hope in Him and express your love to one another, grab a strangers hand, we are all sisters and brothers. Take a moment to not be concerned with you; there are so many other people that feel the way you do. Reach out to them, love them, put others in front of yourself, you'll find that helping someone brings the greatest wealth. If we are to express ourselves let it be through kindness and generosity, so we can put an end to all this atrocity. Cut the strings all you puppets, because God is not the one tying you down. He wants you to be free and spread the love all around.

Today you have the power to change a life and save a nation. Spread the love.