We’re stuck in a line of repetition,
The highways feel like back roads and the back roads feel like candyland, fake and over explored.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve set my goals too high,
You see, I’m scared of heights
And the higher they are, the higher you set them, the harder you fall on disappointment
And then I’m stuck on the ground left alone with all other things that are broken,
Co-mingled with the ‘could haves’ and ‘would haves’
Watching the days fly by like paper airplanes,
Sometimes I throw out compliments on fish hooks to see what bites back,
The catch of the day is always a bit smaller than you imagined but fresher than what you’ll find at your local grocery store
Sometimes I trip over my ego and fall way past where I climbed from
I’m not an unhappy person, I count my fingers and toes along with my blessings,
Always taking stock in the better thing, the luckier things,
But my words are laced with sorrow and my cabinets are filled with chipped china,
We’re stuck in a ring of repetition
And I’m watching the days fly by like paper air planes
Driving down familiar roads to locate your ghost
Clinging on the could haves and would haves
Always on the precipice of a should have,
Searching for the right words, with the right connotation
Searching for the right feelings with the right kind of actions,
Because this right here, it’s bland
It’s no good
This period of life is begging for volition
It’s begging to be described with the right kind of words,
I’ve been wearing these shackles so long I can barley feel them under my sleeves
Daydreams of you are consistent,
Reality is obviously distant
COMING SOON: Wicked-sweet pictures and videos from Skylar and I's mini-road trip around WA.
So many levels to this bad boy. One could, of course, argue that the primary goal of the film was to illustrate the pain behind ballet in an exaggerated and haunting way. However there were so many levels, the most prevalent and evasively effective in my opinion was the whole concept of “reflection”. Black Swan touched on this theme both visually and conceptually. A portion of the film was viewed through reflections, when Nina (Natalie Portman) danced the audience often viewed her via a reflection in a mirror or window, while the camera was focused on the ballet director, Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel) as he watched Nina. Then of course were the reflections interwoven into the story; first, Nina’s life was reflective of the ballet Swan Lake, a component foreshadowed within the first 20 minutes of the film -beginning with her dream that opens the film and Thomas Leroy’s very clear synopsis of the ballet. The rest of the film is guided by Nina’s subconscious and conscious fears reflected and exaggerated by her surroundings and the people that dictate her life. You often see Nina's fears reflected by the actions of her peers. I don't want to say too much because to spoil this plot would be very wrong.
I wouldn't be surprised or disappointed if Portman or Cassel earned some serious recognition from the academy on this one.
Society expects us to balance
They want us to humbly walk the line between self-loathing and self-righteousness
Society is giving us signs, pointing us in directions and muddling the ideas that compromise our minds
For years I followed strict moral codes, believing in my gut and following my faith
For years I followed in the footsteps of civilization
Never question, rarely realizing, hardly living
I don’t know what you would call me now
Sometimes I still wake up groggy and out of breath
Trapped by blankets, haunted by my dreams, annoyed with reality
I’m fed up with my lab grown expectations
And my myth defined definitions
Sometimes I wish I could just build a new world from scratch
But I can’t
I lost my hammer, and am out of nails
My tool box is empty
And whose fault is that?
