The Tree that Cried

The night brought the moonlight
Caressing the tree, with patience
Erasing the darkness around it
Giving it life among the dead

A garden full of murdered dreams.

Dreams that never came true
Dreams that waited an eternity
But the eternal has an end here
Infinity can stop on this garden

The tree couldn’t understand why
Why it was alone, surrounded by death
Entrenched in nothing bud sadness
Even its roots were flooded with anhedonia

A garden full of empty emotions.

Emotions that once were vibrant
Like the tree once was
A memory that is fading, slowly
All that is left is silence

The horrifying desperation of being alone.

The tree had nothing but the moon
That gave its light to it
Without questioning, without reasons
The tree didn’t wanted to know either

When everything around you is dead
Without dreams and hopes
Full of anhedonic creatures
Only your silence gives you company

All that’s left are the fading memories
Of what you used to be
The tree couldn’t help itself
It started to cry

The fear of nothingness arrived
The garden grew and expanded
The moon kept giving its light
Comforting the tree

But the tree was still alone.

Anxiety’s Cycle – A Reflection

Anxiety’s Cycle – A Reflection
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The day and night cycle. For some, days with anxiety feel longer, and for others nights can be unbearable. On the other hand, there’s good days where you wish wouldn’t end. Nights that were too short. Memories that are here to stay, for better or worse. And then, there’s this bittersweet feeling that anxiety will show up again, uninvited, like the day and night cycle.

In a way, this gives me hope.

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Why I’m Not Good Enough

Why I’m Not Good Enough

You have what it takes. At least that’s what you’ve been told. Why is this so hard to believe it then? This lack of self-confidence is in my head today. Feeling that I’m not good enough. It is causing me anxiety. This is known as the impostor syndrome. 

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When It’s Time To Record Music

When It’s Time To Record Music

You know it’s time. The ideas are there, and you can hear the melody inside of you. Maybe you feel the rhythm in your hands. Perhaps you already got the chorus down, or the last verse for your unwritten song. The build up of emotions and ideas that will be your fuel when you are about to reach that flow state. 

And it begins: a writing or recording session at your studio. The moment is just right.

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Morita Therapy

Morita Therapy

Recently, while having a moment of anxiety, I discovered that I was doing a version of Morita therapy as a way of dealing with my symptoms. This type of therapy comes from Japanese psychology. Today, I am sharing with you what I am learning about it, and how it is helping me.

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Writer’s Block Afterthoughts

Writer’s Block Afterthoughts

A hurricane of urgent thoughts.
All of them seem important.
All of them seem useless, too.
An unbearable necessity to solve them.

A never-ending loop of negativity.
The feedback loop stops the moment I write it down.

All of the sudden, the hurricane disappears.

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Being Productive While On Vacation

Being Productive While On Vacation

I took some time off in order to focus on preparing to apply for graduate school in the upcoming months. The first half of the semester will be intense. I must get the fundamentals done before school starts.

Between the days and nights, I have been working on music, and learning a bit more of mixing, a skill I am currently developing.

I would like to share what I have been doing lately to keep myself on track academically and musically.

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Pressing The Record Button

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The time to explore, experiment, and create music has started again. After focusing on summer school, I finally have some time to record ideas.

On that note, hitting the record button was a scary thing to do.

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