talking of Michaelangelo.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
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on dreams // 9:43 am
"Don't be silly, we can't be afraid of our nightmares
that's why they're there, 'cause we won't look at them in our lives."
Thursday, August 29, 2013
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muoi tieu chanh // 10:52 pm
that's what I want to be like,
Kosher salt, chili, white pepper and lime juice
a few ordinary ingredients
with extraordinary flavour
paint my world with flavour
(metaphor)
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circular retardation // 8:52 am
My boyfriend quotes poetry. LESS THAN THREE.
Monday, August 26, 2013
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from The Glass Castle // 10:48 pm
"You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
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never enough cheese // 9:29 pm
never enough cabbage
oh, it rains it rains and rains and doesn't stop
puffy eyed
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down the rabbit hole // 10:13 am
curiouser and curiouser she said
We're all mad here!
I'm not crazy, my reality is just different from yours...
Alright, let's get this started.
Friday, August 23, 2013
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no pain no gain // 12:06 am
How to articulate without contrivances of rhetoric?
I've tried then retried more than 3 times to put the wordless thoughts into a post. I have three drafts named "no pain no gain"... but what is it exactly I would like to say?
Perhaps I should leave it as a question. An open question, like a Seussian maze or one of the Cheshire cat's whims.
A cloud hovers over and I cannot write.
Lightning just flashed.
And I cannot write.
Especially something this kind of momentous realization, this idea of no pain no gain that has sowed its seeds into my mind, its roots - spreading in synapses - where is this leading?
I have not experienced great pain in my life. The recent little pains have taught me how good pain can be. Someone once told me that I need to be friends with little pains. Perhaps it's already a kind of growth that I recognize or am beginning to understand what this means.
A lot has been won in exchange for what has been lost.
Oh, how I wish I could write like I used to.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
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embrace // 12:22 am
Hey Miss Judy inside you boiling up some poison, finally you can let it go and realize that maybe if you just love LOVE people! If you just love them without putting them into a little category, you'll hear they sing the same songs and dance the same dances.
If you don't embrace 'em you stay stuck on their flaws,
you ain't goin' any where yourself.
Monday, August 12, 2013
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blue // 12:09 am
I feel like I'm floating away from people or maybe the tides push us apart. It's hard for me to feel "close" to people...
I used to think that what I pretty good at being people, especially my people, but I feel far away and cold and detached now with my people. Friendship has taken on another meaning. The click feels somewhat odd and distant and I feel alone even with people - my people - something I've never felt before. Maybe I am afraid of judgment afraid of pain afraid of losing afraid to try afraid to help afraid to offend afraid to hurt........
So no, I am not better, I have regressed, lost something, become frail and weak.
And I suffer a harsh disappointment in myself.
I really didn't think I was ever colourful. But I could capture colour. I thought my canvas was grey, not much to offer, full of blueish hues... I used to think I could paint me with everyone I know, form a new and better me with everyone I was with... but now it hurts ... I don't know where I am anymore, lost in the colours of others... the brilliant vibrant colours -- of which I am not. So I'm just some sad washed out insignificant splash of colours that I can't even retain...
But others, they have become more brilliant, more beautiful with such vivacity in the light. Their fiery passionate reds grow stronger, lush greens grow lovelier, their yellow glowing bonds, strengthened, and they grow closer and I float away....... far away from them...
...and it's so hard to go back, to be those innocents from before and laugh the way we laughed and the fireworks.... it's gone now but I can't seem to get them back.....
Oh, Miss Ellipses strikes again.
(Ancient Greek for "omission" or "falling short")
