December 2011
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la dolce vita: intoxication →
ladolce-vita:
I will give u my soul, Encapsulate it and take care of it because like a time capsule, I’ll keep coming back to you. Let me replay each moment with you So I can press play and move forward with you. Take every step and remember it. Take every handhold and hold on to it, Like the hands on a…
#Kasamahan
On retreats we do just that: retreat. We step back so that we can look forward.
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haiku (8.8.11)
For other people,
I’ve tripped and fallen, but with
you I feel steady.
July 2011
34 posts
haiku (7.29.11)
I don’t see us old
together. I imagine
us young forever.
haiku (7.16.11)
Reminding myself
of your faults, so I don’t fall
for your perfection.
you better me.
haiku (7.14.11)
Your importance to
me is correlated with
my stupidity.
“Magic isn’t what we see on screen, it’s what allows us to believe...”
on self.
I’ve forgotten how to socialize. Foreign to the feeling of easy conversation, I’m stuck with a glazed gaze resembling disinterest. “I used to be good at this,” I tell myself. Back when smiling came naturally and mingling was easier. Now I’ve made indifference such a persistent feeling that it’s the only one that persists.
“To the world outside my tears I refuse to explain.”
– “I wish it would rain” - The Temptations
my morning music marination.
on prose.
Was given the topic word “imagination”.
“You are stunning. I almost forgot the magnification of your radiance. I almost forgot the intensity of your gravity. What I thought I had escaped, I’m so easily pulled into again. I was perfectly fine being perfectly fine without you. But now …
You make me nervous again. My heart did something it hadn’t done since I...
Lost my wallet yesterday because I was distracted. Then I realized that I’m just generally distracted. Domino effect after that.
on grip.
A grip on reality. Grip. I always wondered why it was the chosen verb to describe one’s relationship to reality. As if reality were something we’re all just holding onto, and could easily let go of. And the more and more I thought of this concept, this word: grip, the more I started vividly feeling my fingertips clasped onto all I knew to be tangible, to be real. And as my grip became more...
June 2011
11 posts
