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drizzle: can i breathe?
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Thursday, September 13, 2012. From the wind that has dissolved your presence. can i wake up? From the dream in which you no longer talk to me and slip in to the one from which i wake in your lap. can i touch? Your hands that keep slipping away in silken daze in the mornings. can i look? At your face that keeps turning away one corner ahead towards the window. can i float? As your face blurs and floods a million reflections across the sky. can i listen?
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drizzle: vapour shell
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Wednesday, March 23, 2011. I've always clung to mildness, felt safe and comfortable, but what significance does it hold if it lacks definition? Where do I stand if where I fall is unknown? Where are the extremes? Mildness dissolves into nothingness, leaving me exposed, vulnerable. It is impossible to be unreactive while being instinctive, further unrevealing. And in the end, it is not even about myself. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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drizzle: forest
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Wednesday, August 3, 2011. There is an animal, wounded. It has fears, a leash around the neck. The forest is on fire,. Courage burns like the leaves. In ravenous orange glow. The clouds feign strangeness. Whispers of distant rains. The leash has an other end. It cannot drown, cannot burn. It smells of wet earth. Pain is a leaf in the maelstrom. Storms die after the kill. Leaves tell you the story. Leaves guide the turbulence. Like smoke in a light beam.
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drizzle: December 2010
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Wednesday, December 15, 2010. Being blissful without reasons. We look for what we don't have. Saturday, December 11, 2010. They change such that when we look back at days gone by, we remember many happy moments darkening our present. By tomorrow, we would've been happier today. Ironical paradox. But these days, we have as intense sad moments that we remember them for a lifetime. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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drizzle: September 2012
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Thursday, September 13, 2012. From the wind that has dissolved your presence. can i wake up? From the dream in which you no longer talk to me and slip in to the one from which i wake in your lap. can i touch? Your hands that keep slipping away in silken daze in the mornings. can i look? At your face that keeps turning away one corner ahead towards the window. can i float? As your face blurs and floods a million reflections across the sky. can i listen?
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drizzle: cliff
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Thursday, March 3, 2011. Soul fastened to a dying animal. Singularity, a point of override. a point when artificial intelligence surpasses human intelligence. what is conquered? Or what is lost? Because his body, which you can always conquer, gives so little purchase upon his soul. What do you fear? Or what do you fear admitting? Will it question everything? The one conquest which will defeat you, the victory in which you will lose. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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drizzle: March 2011
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Wednesday, March 23, 2011. I've always clung to mildness, felt safe and comfortable, but what significance does it hold if it lacks definition? Where do I stand if where I fall is unknown? Where are the extremes? Mildness dissolves into nothingness, leaving me exposed, vulnerable. It is impossible to be unreactive while being instinctive, further unrevealing. And in the end, it is not even about myself. Strange how the balcony calls me to the city, gives me a desire,.
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drizzle: August 2009
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Monday, August 10, 2009. Wish I can go into a trance. I cannot bear this cruel transformation of my potent self into an ordinary being. I cannot watch my self surrendering to stupid clauses of reality. My world of dreams and fantasies fades when I am subjected to the mere practicality of things. I cannot let the ways of reason kill my person. I strangely remember my old ways of being stubborn and it has transformed into an obsessive compulsion of doing things perfectly.
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drizzle: November 2010
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Mild thoughts and wild emotions. Sunday, November 7, 2010. That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,. Thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance. Such is thy Maya. Thou settest a barrier in thine own being. And then callest thy severed self in myriad notes. This thy self-separation has taken body in me. The poignant song is echoed through all the sky in many-coloured tears. And smiles, alarms and hopes; waves rise up and sink again,. Dreams break and form. That is why I gave you hard ...
