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Thursday, December 15, 2011

Q

what do you think about a person whose best work is born only when he is gripped with sadness?
and what would say to such a person, who is fearful at the prospect of losing said sadness?

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this winter season is evidently much quieter than previous years.
i write less
usually at this time of the year, i am barely holding myself together, all sorts of emotions rushing out through my fingertips, a game/battle between my typing them out and them bursting through my integument.

this year everything seems a rush, of what i know not; rushed blank days, rushed gatherings, rushed vacation, rushed christmas parties; and can you believe it, that at the end of all this rushing, everything that was on the agenda way before the rushing began was left undone...

i am a fluster of thoughts.



A

a. don't
b. be brave
c. quit

she's not here @

5:30 PM

Saturday, December 10, 2011

you are like the sea--
a vessel of endless water, enabling all living things.
any creature that comes to use you, anything that is thrown towards you, you take them all in, and remain a surface of calm and tranquility.

whereas i am untameable and unpredictable
a selfish existence that cares for noone but her own continual changes, unrelenting in having her own way, a countenance that shows not what she thinks--
i am like the sea too

she's not here @

6:12 AM