I have a few rather incoherent thoughts and can’t be bothered to assemble them into logical entry…please, no comments today.
I see a rainbow when I’m happy…or should it be: I’m happy when I see a rainbow? There are not a lot of those across my skies recently, more of a rain, greyness and the absence of viewing perspective regardless of which way you’re facing looking into the distance…that sound a bit off key, but it is not a bad thing to be able to let it out off your chest every once in a while…
I’m thinking sometimes that it is a hard task to live an iridescent life…to smile and be content, to see the rainbows on a driest day…more often then not a wish steals into my mind to give it up and simply stop bothering…what can you do more after you did everything?..
I saw a dream once…recently. I was within a circle line. At the edge of it. It felt right to move to the centre and it appeared as if when I get there, I will be completed. Will become myself, who I am in reality. But as I moved closer and closer, I was getting smaller and smaller…just like that Alice, that didn’t know she not supposed to eat mushrooms off the stranger’s hands…eventually I became so insignificant, I couldn’t see myself…a tiny dot in the end of a sentence…I was literally ousted out of space by something bigger then anything I know…I was worried that if I move any closer still, I will disappear…pooffff and no me in the universe…Even now, when I’m awake, I still think it might happen…
If you’d think of it in projection to our life, it’s all make sense somehow…we enter someone’s circle…they’ve got their personal circle fillers. For some emotional attachment to it could be more then they can handle. We attempt to walk to the very centre of someone’s universe and the substance squeezes us out…we are a foreign body to her, we should not co-exist. And sometimes we get pushed out of a circle before even get to make few steps…and other times we manage to get so very near…only to be suppressed right in the middle of their soul…
That’s how friends move on and out of each other’s circles…
There are no bows upon my skies…only rains…
Nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING is new about that or anything else related to that matter...this is where the secret lies - nothing ever changes...whatever we do...or stop doing...
It is not that the influence allowed or not, she just happened like atmospheric phenomena. You may choose which cheek you turn to the wind to blow your mind out, but you cannot stop the wind from blowing and you cannot limit your freedom to walk around without cover, all nakedminded and exposed to the influences…
I dislike letters…they have a sense of obligation…there is that perception that when we get a letter we suppose to respond…I dislike sending letters recently…
Sometimes we want something so badly that when we don’t get it, we make up an excuse that we didn’t need it in the first place…a pacifier to trick our mind…actually, it sucks...
Crossroads were invented for stopping and waiting until something happens…a change of light or a steam roller passing…
I’ve been thinking that far and now I stopped…
I see a rainbow when I’m happy…or should it be: I’m happy when I see a rainbow? There are not a lot of those across my skies recently, more of a rain, greyness and the absence of viewing perspective regardless of which way you’re facing looking into the distance…that sound a bit off key, but it is not a bad thing to be able to let it out off your chest every once in a while…
I’m thinking sometimes that it is a hard task to live an iridescent life…to smile and be content, to see the rainbows on a driest day…more often then not a wish steals into my mind to give it up and simply stop bothering…what can you do more after you did everything?..
I saw a dream once…recently. I was within a circle line. At the edge of it. It felt right to move to the centre and it appeared as if when I get there, I will be completed. Will become myself, who I am in reality. But as I moved closer and closer, I was getting smaller and smaller…just like that Alice, that didn’t know she not supposed to eat mushrooms off the stranger’s hands…eventually I became so insignificant, I couldn’t see myself…a tiny dot in the end of a sentence…I was literally ousted out of space by something bigger then anything I know…I was worried that if I move any closer still, I will disappear…pooffff and no me in the universe…Even now, when I’m awake, I still think it might happen…
If you’d think of it in projection to our life, it’s all make sense somehow…we enter someone’s circle…they’ve got their personal circle fillers. For some emotional attachment to it could be more then they can handle. We attempt to walk to the very centre of someone’s universe and the substance squeezes us out…we are a foreign body to her, we should not co-exist. And sometimes we get pushed out of a circle before even get to make few steps…and other times we manage to get so very near…only to be suppressed right in the middle of their soul…
That’s how friends move on and out of each other’s circles…
There are no bows upon my skies…only rains…
Nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING is new about that or anything else related to that matter...this is where the secret lies - nothing ever changes...whatever we do...or stop doing...
It is not that the influence allowed or not, she just happened like atmospheric phenomena. You may choose which cheek you turn to the wind to blow your mind out, but you cannot stop the wind from blowing and you cannot limit your freedom to walk around without cover, all nakedminded and exposed to the influences…
I dislike letters…they have a sense of obligation…there is that perception that when we get a letter we suppose to respond…I dislike sending letters recently…
Sometimes we want something so badly that when we don’t get it, we make up an excuse that we didn’t need it in the first place…a pacifier to trick our mind…actually, it sucks...
Crossroads were invented for stopping and waiting until something happens…a change of light or a steam roller passing…
I’ve been thinking that far and now I stopped…