And where it went, I refuse to accept.
Probably because what went with time, I know I cannot retrieve, exactly as time.
Or I cannot hurry whatever I assume, pray will still return.
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Given our changes are still us, where are those who've changed with
us?, through us?
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Amazing how time passes swiftly along with waiting. And hurt does not
hurt enough.
Yet almost crazily I obsess with beginnings and endings, like my
sanity relies solely as to where I place my self in the spectrum.
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What I give may be mine--what of those I'm not willing to let go of?
The giving game is fun only when someone's needing.
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Half of October is spent in doubting and hanging on to whatever's left
to hold on to: dreams, deceit; what's left of good intentions;
figuring the extent of things I could do and the extent of what I
could forgive, thus accept.
I measure my days with how much I manage to live without: messages
and a plea for a call, the desire to send messages and call.
20 October 2006
Top Shelf
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Pictures to Show The article calls for being present. That instead of taking photos of the bee Sucking on sunflower, Lock your eyes ...
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Everyday view from the kitchen window You read your horoscope and think it can apply to literally anyone in the world. Then you go deeper ...
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Prelude Let's make work of beginnings. Think prelude, how the masters leave little worlds on their own till one is found by acc...
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Superboy! You have a liking for high places Dissecting plain skies Looking down on people Dissolving into borders Because you wish to fly...
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Appropriate, to the level of cliché, that the first blog of the year features a prelude. In TV-series tradition, a brief recap of 202...
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The Vocalist The rest could only imitate what he alone and all alone could do: sustain, vibrate, reach unnamed colors of the soundscape. ...
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Pulse (A love poem) In the beginning was a pulse that came right before any breath to birth a song or a word. It throbs even as the music...
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Tooth Which child's heart didn't throb, eyes didn't widen at the taste of tooth rocking back and forth the soft slide of gum, ...
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So I have gotten into the habit of recording my piano practices because reasons (that have got to do with skills development and, admittedl...
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The piano makes me happy, which means it makes me sad if I can't engage with it daily in some way — playing, practising, messing aroun...