String Tailor

Some instruments tell a better story than my words, so for today, the story is pulled from: Stories of a String Instrument Art: http://mandeax.deviantart.com/art/Cello-Fantasy-204564318

''Tell me is it work that got you stressed like this She's buttnaked, I tell her 'you can't step outside when you dressed like this' Every time she start to call me Papi, she confess her sins I just put a smile up on that face so baby where's my kiss? She says she need a moment a little something, make her not to focus." She grab some paper, about to roll it Damn, you smoke? I ask, she's like yeah...

Guitar(s) by: @bradosanz Produced by: me "Her father always found himself quoting Zig Ziglar around her, often advising her that: 'Repetition is the mother of learning, the father of action, which makes it the architect of accomplishment.' She learned otherwise, through what she experienced. For it takes an unrequited love to know true loneliness, yet also, to know how to love truly.. and fully. W...

"He dusted the boombox and rattled it a few times. He flicked it on and it immediately started booming Fiasco's OSL over the tiny, desolate studio. 'Why can't them youngin rappers try to be a little more like this?', he asked hysterically, sounding genuinely appalled. 'This here', he pointed dramatically to the boombox's left speaker, 'is what good rap sound like, son! Now this...this quality', he...

"She tried to clear her head, to focus, but that's the thing with distraction; All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate, at least that's what Julio Cortázar is quoted for philosophizing. She learned that concentration is like the tides, uncertain, and impermanent, and the key to overcoming distractions, was to get...

"He was the 'one foot out the door' kind of guy, he was 23, socially anxious and battled with depression from time to time. So when he got a girlfriend, he did the one thing that left him conflicted with himself; he fell in love. He thought she was pretty, smart, and the easiest person to talk to, she seemed to understand him, like really understand him. Most of all, she actually wanted to be with...

"When you start to fade into the chasms of existence, the abyss, that is when you know just how much you'll be missed. For I recall, it was Eleanor Roosevelt who said, 'You wouldn't worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.' The only companions are the darkness and the nothingness in a time like this." - Stories of a String Tailor Samples: Vangelis - Chariots...

Found the acapella online somewhere, found it very fitting to the instrumental Won't put a story on this one, the lyrics will tell the story this time Art: http://nuriko-kun.deviantart.com/art/Coming-Home-255173975

"Grass was all over my hair. My legs were already itching. I stifled a frown, because I knew she always loved coming out here, with that orange picnic basket, and she always made sure we carried some kind of fresh juice rather than wine, she always tried to stay away from alcohol. I found it ironic, since I was usually the cautious one, and she, the wild one. 'Let's run away', she cut through my l...

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"..twas then that I realised that the truest form of happiness comes not merely from doing things that make us happy, but from finding happiness in the things we do. The simple life is a happy life, but for most, a happy life is not simple.." - Stories of a String Tailor Art: http://apollinart.deviantart.com/art/The-simple-life-579957713

"Whenever we were together, we forgot all about time, and our worries. Every moment when we felt the real world beginning to seep in, she'd take my hand, and we'd start running again." - Stories of a String Tailor Art: http://stefa-zozokovich.deviantart.com/art/running-lovers-98315240

"..'Where will we be when everything is gone?', she asked, almost to herself. 'Alone.' She said it so nonchalantly, as she twirled with my hair idly. All I could do was look to the constellations, as though my answers lay amongst them. Midway through my apparent hallucination, I awoke to a harsh reality, for I soon realized that she had been a mere apparition. I stood and watched helplessly as the...

Guitar(s) by: @bradosanz Produced by: Myself "She said, 'I'd rather lose myself than lose you. You're my fix. If I lost you, then I'd lose myself.' I took her hand in mine, and her breathing eased, barely noticeable though, since we still had much of the mountains to cover, and we were panting harder than dogs in a heat wave." - Stories of a String Tailor Art: http://yuumei.deviantart.com/art/The-...

"So we spent a week in Paris, she'd always loved the place and always wanted to visit. She knew her way around, and I felt out of place, 'I can't even speak the language', I thought to myself. I always wondered if she could actually read my mind, and right on cue, she took a hold of my hand, leading me through the streets of Montparnasse, and I soon felt at home." - Stories of a String Tailor Art:...

"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...

"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...

"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...

"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...

"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 R...

"...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: kojaunation@g...

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