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i'm dreaming in minor chords.
it's all harmony.
mostly i'm wrapped up in every moment. speaking feels like passing judgement lately, and i've never wanted to sit back and blend into backgrounds and observe more than i do right now.
i'm getting pissed off at everything. too much laughter, too much sadness. i think there's ways for things to be sacred without being depressing. i think there's ways too laugh without trivializing something.
there was a storm today, and the spray of the rain through leaves and 5 feet of space felt like being at the ocean when the wind catches a breaking wave and hurls mist at your face. i couldn't resist running out into the rain for a second, and it was sharp enough to be cold, but not cold enough to cut. it made me feel really serene, and the thunder accompanied my heartbeat quite well.
i was lying down today, listening to sigur rós, and it seemed like i was lying on a bed of music. and to top it all of i had a red blanket wrapped around me.. and that was like feeling the colour more so than the actual fabric itself. my brain's been attempting to study the textures of music in comparison to those of colour, i'm not quite sure what to make of it, but it took me to a completely different plane of thought.
everything seems vibrant and full of potential.
with all its ups and downs,
i've never felt so alive
it's all harmony.
mostly i'm wrapped up in every moment. speaking feels like passing judgement lately, and i've never wanted to sit back and blend into backgrounds and observe more than i do right now.
i'm getting pissed off at everything. too much laughter, too much sadness. i think there's ways for things to be sacred without being depressing. i think there's ways too laugh without trivializing something.
there was a storm today, and the spray of the rain through leaves and 5 feet of space felt like being at the ocean when the wind catches a breaking wave and hurls mist at your face. i couldn't resist running out into the rain for a second, and it was sharp enough to be cold, but not cold enough to cut. it made me feel really serene, and the thunder accompanied my heartbeat quite well.
i was lying down today, listening to sigur rós, and it seemed like i was lying on a bed of music. and to top it all of i had a red blanket wrapped around me.. and that was like feeling the colour more so than the actual fabric itself. my brain's been attempting to study the textures of music in comparison to those of colour, i'm not quite sure what to make of it, but it took me to a completely different plane of thought.
everything seems vibrant and full of potential.
with all its ups and downs,
i've never felt so alive