im pleased to meet you. what can you teach me?
I received a Royal Typewriter from some year in the 50's or 60's (im not sure) tonight. I am sure that it is one of the best presents ive ever received, and it was totally what i was looking for. But it came to me because of Christina. Thank you.
Listening to The Banned '97 on vinyl gives me a unique sense of roots. My sobriety isnt doing me any justice. And the cold is embracing, but i have a sense of aloneness that i cant shake off. its the spirits on opposite ends of the hall that haunt me, as they sleep alone and dream unsatisfactorily, wondering what the fuck they've done with themselves. and i look toward myself for blame, but i cant let it reach me. and it makes me feel sure that it isnt my problem or it wont be.
"and a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. and he said:
your children are not your children
they are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
they come through you but not from you,
and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
you may give them your love but not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts.
you may house their bodies but not their souls,
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
you may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
for life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
Kahlil Gibran
Listening to The Banned '97 on vinyl gives me a unique sense of roots. My sobriety isnt doing me any justice. And the cold is embracing, but i have a sense of aloneness that i cant shake off. its the spirits on opposite ends of the hall that haunt me, as they sleep alone and dream unsatisfactorily, wondering what the fuck they've done with themselves. and i look toward myself for blame, but i cant let it reach me. and it makes me feel sure that it isnt my problem or it wont be.
"and a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. and he said:
your children are not your children
they are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
they come through you but not from you,
and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
you may give them your love but not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts.
you may house their bodies but not their souls,
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
you may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
for life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
Kahlil Gibran