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some words,...
and then they come yet again. Reaching into your spaces. they touch at your heart and make you reason that it can't be as you expected. that it must not be. so you walk away. but in walking you cannot move. movement is impossible without your entire heart and souls investment in that action. and how could it be? how could it be anything but an idea ( Read more... ) -
the voices are all mind ;-),..
i wake craving sounds. there must be something different in my brain to others. i am certain that the years of paying attention to words has led to my craving them, and sounds also. i seek neither food nor water,..never, nay, although i do need those things, they almost never make my heart sing, neither do i salivate,...but words? Art? music? song ( Read more... ) -
And we are, are we not? :-)
The rain is here. It spits on the windowpane, and dances on the wind which carries it along. No heaviness,...all light, there is an air of unbroken promise in the way she flies...a tenderness,...a grasping, and a letting go. I feel her song. I am enticed by the memories of her engaging in our play as children in years past. My best childhood friend ( Read more... ) -
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Something strange has happened. Everytime she comes out of nowhere. A different solution to a problem I never knew I had. Usually I run towards her. Usually she chases after me. Usually no longer exists. I have no sense of security except in truth. Nor have I any ideas regarding what that means. Actually. I am no longer saddened by your ( Read more... ) -
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The day was bright and airy. Not a scent of a flower, not a breeze, not even the neighbours making their usual racket. It was a delicious feeling laying there. In the nude. Silently listening and loving the movement of each limb. Easily. Without conscience or remorse. If only the mind were so free! That it might be. That it was becoming thus was ( Read more... ) -
fantasy selflove,..dragged into minds recesses, what's to miss?
They dragged her down into the recesses of her mind. What they were searching for she couldnt say, but it seemed to her that they loved her well enough to be trusted. So though they dragged, she was never harmed. though it was dark she wasnt scared. and though she had been taken against her will she did not fight, nor scratch nor cry out in the ( Read more... ) -
your hand in mine
You rolled out of bed a little sooner than I. We had been wrapped around eachother without having thought of it, or anything at all for longer than i could remember. time stood still with us in it. In her womb, all snug like that, between the darkness of being held and the light in how it felt. How we were feeling,.. so well. The pockets of air ( Read more... ) -
a mirage
The day's opening up like a mirage i long to remember. There are an infinite amount of possibilities and each snippet of thread brings me closer to truth and self. I am eating raw carrots, beetroot and cutting my french connection pants. Reorganising my room in my underpants for the firsttime in years. Feeling like I'm only truly starting to grow ( Read more... ) -
positive vibes all round : P
It was a fantastic day. The dance audition people didnt call, soo i guess they got some actual dancers to perform for the short film, regardless, i know i made a positive impression, and they'll remember me in the future, so i'm not at all upset, or anything. I go for the experience and i get the joy of it regardless, who am i to attempt to judge ( Read more... ) -
a few days of mourning and then the best start to MY new year : P xox
I over communicated today and it made me slightly ill. I think it was an overdose of ibuprofen trying to still the pain from my womb contracting and my tears falling. I probably cry once a month, or every two months and its nearly always sorrowful end of period related and always always always has little to do with what i think it has, or what ( Read more... )