10/7/2015
There is a ringing truth in the art of expression.
The composition of music for instance, is penned with the singularity of a passionate moment;
-The lyrics weightlessly carried through the tune harbors the passage of time, the inescapable memory of the artist.
However, with the transition through generations, falling on a different set of eyes/ears each time, it is morphed from its origin- misplaced and misinterpreted.
The truth is lost in oblivion.
Perhaps there is beauty in it somewhere. Despite its distinguishable contrast, it offers refuge to an unsuspecting stranger. A connection in the place of perspective with the innate subconscious ability to reflect and project one’s state of mind unto another.
We do after all, see people as we see ourselves while the echoes of music untwine wired thoughts.
Renegade's Identity 