only seeks what it lacks
I'd much rather be an R than a T.
That warm spirit.
This woman did not say, “I feel so unhappy” in so many words, but something like a silent current of misery an inch wide flowed over the surface of her body. When I lay next to her my body was enveloped in her current, which mingled with my own harsher current of gloom like a “withered leaf settling to rest on the stones at the bottom of a pool.” I had freed myself from fear and uneasiness.
Osamu Dazai
Running away from loneliness but wanting it at the same time
Flow and surge
Come take me
Courage abound
Please shake me
I can be
You're becoming too obnoxious even by your own standards.
A little more humility may go a long way. Maybe that way you may not put a massive target on your one back.
By you I mean, me.
Shut your trap.
The thing with love is, it really needs to be dished up with a heaping spoonful of freedom. There needs to be space to breathe. Coercion will only end in abuse, in violence, leaving both in pieces. Love does not survive in airtight spaces.
A freedomless love is smothering, selfish and perhaps impossible to maintain.
(Perhaps there needs to be a cathartic letting go of something first or more empathy. Isn't the answer always, always, more empathy?)
(Also, love cannot live if there is only imitation. With imitation, there is limitation, stagnancy and boredom.)
I'm a survivor. I'm gonna make it.
Smotherer, don't pile on your airless love on me until you know how to properly give me freedom.
Bring it on March, I'm ready for you.
It haunts me.
I can do it if I can just rid myself of The Fear, but this giant thing just eats at me, gnaws at me. This thing so ingrained in me, I can't consciously separate it from my instincts. I can't seem to relax or let myself get past it. Can I do this?
On said, 'Looking forward to the day you can get past your fear.'
Can I do it?
This is what I hope to practice.
It's the feeling of blue washing over you, that blue is the mysterious mingle of splash and surf foam; lulling and crashing. The jade, the cobalt, these words can't explain this blue. It is one that erodes you and makes you whole again. The sky above you, your heart pounding out of your chest and the air the air the air is blue, fills you and empties you with the blue. The blue takes you, you are one with the blue and the blue becomes you, whole. Breathe in the blue and breathe it out.
So you drown, listening and watching the sea but then the blue takes you and you rise.
These days I crave the sea, I'm drawn to. I want to be taken by it.
(You cut me open and I keep bleeding...)
My sock has a hole in it.
If dreams were really the way your subconscious tries to fix things then....All those little K's are certainly working hard.
[Aside: These days I'm addicted to the thrill of the surf, the wake and the foam. Obsessed with the rise and fall of the board to meet the blue wave. The pull of the rope, the moment when you can stand firm and the whole ocean is in front of you. The cerulean sea, and endless sky. The kites overhead scanning for fish. The breaths of brisk fresh air between the great splash. And my whole world afloat.]