travisehrenstrom

If you listen close enough, you can hear it. The rustling of leaves, the wings tip of gull, slapping silently against the current, hoisting it above any known human path. Cotton candy clouds I was once able to taste will forever elude us. Every cerulean shade, so ocean like, so tangible, yet always impossible. It’s only on days like this, where the visible beauty of a stolen breath from God’s vast horizon, when doors remain open, when windows invite the smell of fresh, clean air. Its what we all long for. The intangible beauty in the sense at folded white billows: or the perfect pillow. She knows her inspiration, every time she speaks, every time she cries, people notice. It’s up to her and her star-like companions. To build the beauty, which we worship on, every cloud we dance upon, consider it flawless, or emotionlessness. Is it even worth anything anymore? That the thing we most love we can never taste? You can feel it shift the hair on your arm; awaken your nostrils with a stinging.

Hi All,

I have the pleasure of writing this post on an absolutely wonderful day here in Central Oregon.

This song is really special for me and I’ve been pretty excited to share it with you all. I’m looking forward to playing some shows this spring/summer and hopefully get to see some of you that I haven’t seen for a while.

Off to enjoy the sun!

-Travis

Hey Friends,

I’ve been working on some new music and I’m really excited to share it. A digital pre-order for my new album (Songs of Personal Freedom) will begin May 3. Thanks to everyone for taking their time to visit my page and please enjoy a free song!

Thanks,

Travis