1/30/10

the smith westerns, magic kids and girls played at the house of blues last night. it was cold outside but no one waited on the weather, and everyone sang along with the uptempo songs. selfishly, my heart is living in strange place...


"yr sweater looks cozy" she screamed...


"my steady girl, don't always say, that she's in love, but I can tell"


"life in san francisco is a drag"

all the high schoolers dreamt of summer vacation and we were fast approaching midnight. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I found her friend attractive, though we weren't properly introduced. looking towards the stage's lights, there were too many hands to keep my eyes on, with someone on my mind the whole time and counting the songs until the encore...

silent treatment

so all my old videos disapperated and it had been a while since I posted anything new. been working on this all afternoon. can't seem to get any father than this...

three things I love right now

hello raining afternoon. there are so many things i should be doing right now and so many things that remind me of her...

oh by the way

I broadcast myself too far this faux morn, but they could never understand anyway...
when they peel all the layers away, they will find a beating heart broadcasting a delicate dream involving everyone, holding them in the highest esteem and imagining a dream where all the waves crash together in harmony, held out as the dream of dreams came closer and crashed like pacific waves upon the shore, glancing westward and dreaming of sunsets yet to come...

seeing the dawn before everyone else

i never dream anymore unless i dream of her and i wake in the early hours knowing the only thing we share is the sky and its colors. i would give anything to have her back again. holding on to her is making my heart too heavy to carry on but i don't know how to let her go...

I dreamt about her last night

we were living in a small house on a narrow strip of beach in virginia. there was a cabana closet filled with second-hand sun-dresses and a murphy bed. the kitchen was tiled in pale, powdery blue. as dusk came down, we swam in the rising ocean. it was february but because it was a dream, the water was warm. we weren't back together but she was receptive to my careful advances...

Real Estate // Beach Comber from Ray Concepcioñ on Vimeo.

three things I love right now

hello goodbyes. you never cease to amaze. how I can never find a way to say your name...

loss regrets

forgotten valentines are caught in an updraft, four days away from her birthday, my heart is empty and the reverb sounds amazing, I had your heart next to mine and cast it's shadow on the wall, pressed fast forward and found myself in february, and I have been living there ever sense, thinking of all the things left undone...

loss regrets (fast forward to feburary)

speechless

Julian Lynch - Rancher from Chocolate Bobka on Vimeo.