I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.
I’ll stray away from being vindictive, because my heart swells too much. Enough. I need to save myself first before I try saving anyone else.
Everything runs cyclically in accord with circumstances and needs, whether we want it or not. Once in a while, you’ve got to just be in pain before delving in bliss. So I stopped fighting it…… These days have been strangely quaint, yet solitude has my mind creating scenarios out of air. Though my process goes: breathe // dismiss the scenarios My mind is constantly rummaging...
Constantly wanting to be galvanized with just the company of myself…. But why is a more involved life the aphrodisiac of my deeper passion? I run into one thing, void it due to too much hunger, and gnaw my lips raw at the impending possibilities of everyday. Where am I going wrong? Where’s the fire? I miss dancing, film, overwhelming passion and the genuinity in the people I met back...
My mold has been interchangeable since the beginning. And although the beginning was long ago, I feel as though my stationary has finally ripped off its bind. Heavy rain interrupted the standstill ….. Never in my life have I felt so much fear… and here I am coping in the wildest ways. In this halt, how was I to react? The world is fast tracking right before my eyes, and I’m...
0 isn't 1
With all the whiplash attempts, I’m finally forwarding, and there IT is ….that..which is tantamount to felicity and all her energy. All I wanted was to move forward, love wholeheartedly (again), meet positive associates, let go of the swelling in the back of my mind, and defy time. Action, reaction. Evolve, not advance.
Nothing of the sort should have to void this dawning moment of our spurs; As sharp as it all can be, I found myself treading about , warped…..stretched around the particles, and if I were to be touched, I think I’d dissolve into molecules. Nothing could replace. Nothing could replace you, any of you. But nothing will ever show. Nothing best to be dead… Here we are, words, in...
curves, lines, & intersecting points.
There I am thumbing through all the essential queues and glorification for these/those days. And if it weren’t for the exaltation and eventful to-be(s), I’d be stirring in this deep demur at the digits that waver all my decisions. It wasn’t just that….even the obliged amount put in wasn’t enough, I admit…I haven’t been on my toes lately, which is all the...
There will be days when I find myself lost, others I feel completely stranded in the best place, someday I want to find a ‘right’ feeling for all the times I’m awake…
Status quo, you know, that is Latin for the mess we’re in.
comes without effort...
superscribed to everyone.. I’m nothing without you. I’ve noticed, nothing is best alone…And when I try to fight it with a single hand, it comes with a daunting affect…. enveloping …besieging….devouring me whole, because it’s where the missing hits hardest, when I know I’ll miss you. Whenever I try to evade the actual formality, I end up in another...
eat that up, it's good for you.
Take everything…..take it now…. even though tomorrow, it won’t even be enough.
“ to think that one’s action could please the masses is indeed a notion bound in irony; someone will inevitably find something wrong in almost everything. so do what it is that you do best and remember to have enough tolerance for two. “
In other cultures, time is cyclical, it’s seen as moving in great, unhurried...– Carl Honore
Does freedom lie in doing things we hate? →
http://matadorlife.com/does-freedom-lie-in-doing-things-you-hate/ I’m beginning to think clearer these days…. Yet, I’m not sure of the next step. The next few weeks feel daunting for some reason..
We must not allow ourselves to become like the system we oppose.– Archbishop Desmond Tutu
How is it that we could feel so high on a pedestal, yet so alone? Does that make sense? That so-called success…..without anyone to bask in it together with you….. But that’s not my frustration. No…I’m not even frustrated…I’m so deprived. I’m so unpoetical. I flipped through old sketchbooks and writings, wondering how all that dwindled. I ache. I...
underlying cataclysm…. No prognosis, no words. and how can I fix the shape that is already deformed? impose, invite, entice, win, lose, fight. I just want a chance to find something marvelous and worth, even of the banality…
And through the years of reoccurring junctures, I think I began to lose certain shards of something so intangible; no matter how much I search, I can’t seem to retrieve every broken molecule; burst burst burst ….. I want it back. When will it be for me to see ?
I got a lot on my plate…– Ironically, I’m hungry.