It's strange how perfectly the stars can line up during the darkest days.

Eloquentia, disquiet, aggravation, a little too much silence
and then, quite suddenly
(white) noise.
I can't
remember.

My mediocrity is driving me crazy.

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You don't have to be the best at something you love (you just have to overcome the inertia that comes with passive perfectionism). It's been years but I'm still learning the ropes (tangled), because I dreamt for flights that begin amidst clouds, and the ground is never actually lost. There will be no breakthrough ( Read more... )

I'm not going to be ambitious with hefty lists of do's and do not's this year. My only resolution is to stop hating myself, or at least not with such an intensity - for this self esteem problem is the core of the frustration with friends I could have liked with so much more feeling (currently a work-in-progress), the art blocks, the constant self- ( Read more... )

There's an unexplainable sort of intense sadness I can never seem to articulate (it hardly causes a ripple as it lies beneath the still surface).