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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Cause you can't jump the track
we're like cars on a cable
and life's like an hourglass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl
so cradle your head in your hands
and breathe, just breathe

some songs like this just hit the nail on its head. painfully, i might add.

i think i feel better now(ha ha ironic), after just laying my head in folded arms slumped against the railing of my tenth floor corridor, the chill breeze gently caressing my face, with the world in front of me unblocked by high-rise buildings...

(i hope no one is watching me)

my eyes sweep across the vast expanse:
(ignore the jarring highway)
i can almost see the curvature of the earth..!
(*grimace* the hills have shaved sides now)
focus on the trees, the greys in the skies.
nature has a calming effect..
(machinery in the distance, menacing tractors)
focus on the people walking by.
look, there's a family threading into the field and they look happy.
'Daddy' is taking something out from the car boot; are they going to fly a kite..?
(.... remote-controlled plane......)
fine i'm going home.

i need to learn to silence my mind.
(impossible)
YA I KNOW.

random thought-exercise: macro-focus on individual persons from ten floors up. gradually scroll out, watch the "individual persons" decrease in size against the enlarging background, reduce to small dots, become a scattered spray of 'I's. realise the stark contrast of us human beings to the things we create; infrastructure, cement buildings. then look into the unrestrained wilderness..
we're so microscopic but we rule the world.

And like the sea
i'm constantly changing from calm to hell
Madness fills my heart and soul
as if the great divide could swallow me whole

she's not here @

6:45 PM