June 2012
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“I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world...”
– W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil
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Mind over Matter
So I listen to music to distract my mind from the matter.
So I focus on any beauty my mind can ponder, imagine and dream of instead of on the pain of the matter at hand.
Give me all the colours and the infinite boundlessness of my mind and the dreamscapes it can take me to over the limited confines of my senses on things that matter.
I want to be boundless… Not boxed in.
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A coffee, A Cigarette & The Rain
Little moments with profound impacts. A thousand thoughts racing through my head and an abject feeling of clarity.
Beautifully ironic contradiction.
And I know… I know from my intrinsic understanding of what is right and wrong, that I indulge in what is considered to be “bad” for me.
I know.
And yet, caught up in moments of utter existence, I do. I indulge. In...
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“I learned through my body and soul that it was necessary to sin, that I needed...”
– Hermann Hesse
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“I want to string experiences together like souvenir key chains, so I jangle with...”
– Julia Phillips
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“Circumstances & situations do colour life but you have been given mind to...”
– John Homer Miller
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Dear You,
I am continuously reminded that from the moment we are born into this world we have roles thrust upon us; Daughter, son, grandchild… A religion, a nationality. Inherited. Out of the womb and into a blanket, metaphorically wrapped in a pre-conceived notion of our lives right then and there. Then, throughout our lifetime, we pass our days assuming more roles; Sister, brother, friend, lover,...
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Printing on Water : Evaporation
“…when i think about you, i am reminded of the way steam rises and escapes and the way it licks up the sides of coffee cups and leaves behind little droplets of itself. i sometimes think i am covered in these droplets of you.
i am unsettled by the temporary nature of things. i told you once that i love chaos, but that is not exactly true. i have a deep fondness for order and systems...
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“For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes...”
– Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
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Don’t cover your ears, Love;
Because music can tell you you stories that will make you believe in heaven.
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“I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient...”
– Dr. Seuss
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I Do
Buy me a ring that will turn my finger green so I can imagine our love is a forest – because I wanna get lost in you. And I swear I grew like a flower every hour of the fifty years I was with you – and that’s not to say we didn’t have bad days. But when morning came, you were laughing. Yeah, there were times we were both half-in and half out the door but I never needed more than the stars of your...
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Abstraction
“noun Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn’t you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren’t yours. It’s not as if I can conjure you up completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.”
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It's simple like a mountain is simple: →
The way things fall apart to fall together, to fall apart. The way falling apart isn’t always bad. The way my heart races and slows and beats erratically. The way I get shy. The way I feel too much. The way I don’t feel at all. The way I’m scared of everything and nothing. The way thinking about my mom breaks my heart. The way I want to lay and be silent, but I have too much to say. The way I hope...
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degrassé →
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entranced and unsettled by the vastness of the universe, experienced in a jolt of recognition that the night sky is not just a wallpaper but a deeply foreign ocean whose currents are steadily carrying off all other castaways, who share our predicament but are already well out of earshot—worlds and stars who would’ve been lost entirely except for the scrap of light they were able to fling...
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You know what's kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
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“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do...”
– W. S. Merwin, “Separation”
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