talking of Michaelangelo.
Friday, January 27, 2017
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fools who dream // 11:13 pm
She told me:
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us"
So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays
And here's to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make
I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she'd do it again
La La Land
Monday, January 23, 2017
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let something in through the crack and expand it out // 11:13 pm
Wishing it would open up, wishing it would make my world bigger, wishing I could let more in, wishing I had more time, wishing I could be
Am being cut off by the practicalities of the useless Mundane chaff of it all.... and all and it clouds me and it's hard to see the big
I need to read again. Want to.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
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nothing // 10:40 pm
Weddings always put me in a sort of disarray. Withdrawal. Like it was way too happy and I can't come back down from it. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Good, what a beautiful night and an amazing wedding! So happy I shared in it!
I am breathing nothingness right now and and walking on nothingness and everything I'm doing seems to just pass me by...
Need to plant my two feet hack onto earth and focus now or it's going to get pretty hard to not fly away.
Friday, January 13, 2017
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the hats and the dreaming // 7:58 am
It's all perfect. Thank you.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
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pay it forward // 10:59 pm
Flustered and frantic. Filled with desperation, I asked a lady who, did not even think twice to help. Even though it was only five dollars, it was more than money to me in that moment. With a grateful heart, I will pay it forward.
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Still have no new year post yet.
These days I've been swimming in some muddy waters of words, logistics and errands and and and... Sometimes, I get so lost in my own world that it's hard to pick my head up from all this murkiness to see and orient my way back to where I was supposed to originally.
So, THINK, now. LOOK UP, LOOK AROUND AND THINK before you take anymore steps.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
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submerged // 10:59 am
It's about music, it experience of it.
Sometimes, if you close your eyes and just try to submerge yourself into it, or let it take you, you can feels its bends or its sharpness or you can feel the lines it creates in your head, guiding you through.
Some other times, it makes your heart beat faster, other times, you get some prickles in your heart.
let it take you, let it take you away from yourself just in those suspended moments... those moments when it feels like time is irrelevant
[Sorry about lack of adios 2016 post. It will come out in time, hopefully before the end of the first month. I need to be able to get more footing on 2017 before I can see 2016 in a better light.]
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
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taking and making from the night // 4:57 am
Of what are you made?
Dust drawn from sand, particles in the air created from colour and light, blood from other strange elements and you are you some physical representation of something inside you.
It goes from a macro larger whole to a micro and back to make this up. But the most puzzling and annoying thing to pin down is this wide awake consciousness. A me haunting this me, a shadow that just won't sew back onto myself. A philosophical game, a dilemma.
In the morning you plug in to yourself. Paint a face of yourself. You put your heart back in its place and go into the world creating but mostly destroying.
At night you plug in to a whole other creature that may be you but it's not just you. It encompasses masses and masses of other collective faces and only sometimes hearts. You can get very lost in there. It's a bad rabbit hole. Shored up ruins of things of noises of the day. Collectively amassing its collection of perceptions and interpretations onto this other wide awake consciousness making this intricate artificial tapestry. But no one here can even hear a pin drop.
It is a lonely thing being behind a screen but seeing and feeling the weight of the entire collective world buzzing by in words and images. I'd much rather go outside and smell and taste and hear, really hear the screaming, the horrors, but also the music of it all.
The vastness of it can be cumbersome and harrowing, but K, take comfort. You only have to put one foot ahead of the other and who cares about those whole other worlds loomimg above you. You created them and thus it is you and in you and out of you and you can explore it and change it and even throw it away if you so please.
You are the dream, then, and the dream reverberates back to you and echoes some more and one day someone out there will find it and read it and hear you call out. And maybe they will call back.
