Dreams of miniature fragility. An intensity unknown without true understanding. Twisted minds that weed out the weaker hearts. It takes more than sheer moral to get through the day.
It was such a lazy afternoon. Woozy air and frayed on details that didn't have to contribute. Slightly oxymoronic perhaps, but (guilty) welcomed relief.
Go and do little good. Take that advice how you please, but on small observation those that make it optimistic are the hopeful and few. When cynicism seems to rule from the heart, over having been learnt from childhood lessons and time, that is when we should worry. Now correct me where I am wrong, if I do say I believe some of us have been worrying an awfully long time already. Is karma coming?
Taking buckets and spades; adventure calls! Make towering features to impress yourself. Sit in the sand having crafted your vehicle. Shells and old treasures are the controls to take you forth. Travelling to wherever the sea should take you - it is said freedom fills those sails. The wind is always honest with its news coming from the far and wide. Often wishing western shores, where the lanterns shine as they lift their light to the sky. Settle on the water and disappear home.
How should you say more when they ask the kids to write essays solely based on so much suffering and death? When we should not wish to choose our days feeling sad but must spend the morning writing of disaster.
New people from other shores, they would understand in another language, if only it could have been explained at the beginning. You have a thousand keys and one lock - how to find meaning when it could be from only one reality.
Looking to become those dreams you have had, the scariest possibility of all. Especially when they are so far removed from sensible concepts thought up in right minds. Measure the difference, day by day.
Waiting to wake up from a dark time. Though you realise your eyes are open and nothing will change now. It is a happy year for happy people. Measure this difference, day by day. Grow distance.
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Has it only been two weeks? It seems so much longer. I hope to read and respond to this post tomorrow Mhairi but I wanted to tell you for now that I was thinking about you on the drive home this evening. I hope this finds you well.
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This one reminds me of Desiderata - by Max Ehrmann. Hehe. I know it's different but the feeling of memorizing it back in my high school and absorbing every words he said is the same while I'm reading this. Truly beautiful and inspiring!
ReplyDeleteOptimists seem to have little connection with reality -.-
ReplyDeleteYou need to come to Toko Mouth and we can dig a tidefight and have fun fighting an inevitably hopeless battle against the sea. The best wars are the ones with no soldiers.
I hope your week is going well. Take care and stay warm, ok?
Arohanui <3
My gosh I'm in love with you.
ReplyDeleteYou're something different; you're wonderful and intelligent, and there is so much more to you than I could ever write in words.
You are beautiful.
You're too brilliant to me, and it near brings me to tears, most times.
You give me faith; for you see good in others, and you see beauty in the world, the days where all I see is sadness.
You are wonderful.
I can't say it enough.
Thank you.
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