talking of Michaelangelo.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
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won't let it take me // 4:57 pm
I don't feel like I'm in the deep end anymore but the currents might toss me and throw me back. I feel the winds of trouble follow. Swim, swim, swim toward the shore. Don't let the sudden quiet make you forget that at any second, anything can drown out your delicate chance to survive.
Thursday, November 23, 2017
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// 10:01 pm
Can't I be excused for just a little bit of cowardice?
Monday, November 20, 2017
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slaying it // 12:18 pm
That kind of cowardice is shameful. I would much rather face it head-on than bury everything and hide away because when you confront it and it doesn't kill you or shake you as you thought it would, you know you have already won half of it. Once it is crushed out, you can turn your face to the radiant light and scream victories and dance because you are free from that fear and from that sin that threatened to dampen and darken all of your days.
But then there is still half the battle to fight and it is not easy to stand up and stand up again when it wears you down.
Temptation's mouth is wide open, ready to devour and end you.
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place marker // 12:08 pm
This place is marked for an overdue reflection about my bygone years.
Monday, November 06, 2017
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front row seats // 2:28 pm
rows upon rows of eyes
distortions against the night glass
the eyes that linger, the eyes that bore
eyes that have drowned before
eyes that were weary, eyes that gaze
they blend into the night and the night into light
quivering undulations, frequencies
bursting into a million colour spots
grey grey grey
your eyes catch your eyes
reflecting the traffic of the lights
Friday, November 03, 2017
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the game I hate // 8:22 am
How crushing to the human spirit to see a girl succumb to the game, the office politics game, to "survive" so to say. So this is me now, I need to be strong and be part of the hate, she says. How crushing it is to see the convolutions of gossip, backstabbing, arrogance, favouritism, disrespect. Someone sitting on their high horse doesn't deserve this kind of succumbing. But alas, people can be so toxic and mean-spirited. Makes me sick to my stomach.
(it might be important to see a different perspective, though
maybe what doesn't kill us does make us stronger)
K, you don't need to be there, in that toxic environment where people think they're all that.
(don't be heartless, she needs you, she says she is in a pit of phoneys without y'all)