one weekend, many sounds, a load of paradox and bjork's poignancy
During the course of this weekend magic took place in my soul whereby music and logic both calming and anxiety provoking played competitively inside my attemts to listen and understand.
It happened, I loved it and I’m not sure what is to come of it. Maybe a lot, maybe a little, maybe something in the middle.
I do recognize that it is from my experience and from my position as an individual with unique characteristics, perceptions, biases, and expectations that the production of such emotions were and are a personal one and not experienced laterally across parties (the party of myself and the other). It is not my intention to force anything, therefore it is my choice to step out and see what happens, think about it but not dwell in it, revel in it but not drown myself. But how do you stop such processes? how do you slow down the sense of urgency?
Tapping out,
Getting in,
It's over,
It's on...
Shhh. oh f*ck, It was oh so quiet
It happened, I loved it and I’m not sure what is to come of it. Maybe a lot, maybe a little, maybe something in the middle.
I do recognize that it is from my experience and from my position as an individual with unique characteristics, perceptions, biases, and expectations that the production of such emotions were and are a personal one and not experienced laterally across parties (the party of myself and the other). It is not my intention to force anything, therefore it is my choice to step out and see what happens, think about it but not dwell in it, revel in it but not drown myself. But how do you stop such processes? how do you slow down the sense of urgency?
Tapping out,
Getting in,
It's over,
It's on...
Shhh. oh f*ck, It was oh so quiet