talking of Michaelangelo.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
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taking things out of context // 11:52 pm
where have the times gone?
baby it's all wrong...
(How poignant. Quoting Maroon 5. Ahem.)
Though, I'm not actually meaning what they mean... it's just that time has flown and I haven't posted. I haven't been able to sit down to THINK, let alone let it out.
I've let so many thoughts bottle up then slip away from me... makes me sad how much writing potential I've let float away like wispy dandelions in the wind.
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chakras // 11:31 am
A list of miscellanies...
1. Voice, a powerful instrument. Filling, pushing, stopped, intensified at the right times can create moving pieces, even if one does not understand the language.
2. Activate them, the chakras. In the small of your back, if one rubs fast and hard with the sides of two hands, causes a heat so intense you feel as though a fire might be built inside of you. All of a sudden you believe in human combustion. It fills the lower part of your body with a fire that begins course through the rest of your body. -- Hm, I'm not actually sure how this relates to my chakras, but the word feels appropriate here. The subtleties of the body. Further exploration and research needed.
3. Time to move. Maybe there will be a new start from this, one hopes. It will be nice. There's a sense of going somewhere, if only temporary, will still be a nice change.
4. Ode to a Dead Fish that I Hated
Into the depths you go,
you deserve that at least.
You were odious, but you lived, so
may you rest and may your soul
swim to your heart's content.
5. Post-apocalyptic literature is fascinating. There's this terrifying feeling of hope and dread written in its pages. Dread, coupled with hope is interesting. It's fearful to think what might be real, or what might be just an illusion.
Thursday, June 04, 2015
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His name is not Gideon. // 8:00 am
It's already June, but it's still May to me.
Time, not the cheetah, is the fastest animal.
Summer's here, you can smell the heat. It's like an all encompassing beast pressing down on you from all sides and pushing out from the inside too! Goodness, I've never wanted to go swimming more.
That time of year when work things just... flood. Oh, it's that time of year when the dreams start to have that exam room quality. (You know the stress is piling.) I'm not too tired, surprisingly. Time to
so relax. (Haha, I swear, this isn't an ad.)
I've been spoiled and pampered significantly these days with warmth. I'm so happy so often, it's kind of scary. Adalia always says that if it's really happiness, it can't always happen. It's always preempting some bad, horrible thing. The happiness is paying for what's to come. Talk about pessimism.
"If I'm pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots."
[What's with the prosaic quality of the post this time? It's so... phgblbaaaaa. Oh well, it's been awhile.]
It's Daniel, by the way.
