"I turned around quickly, took my quiet desperation by surprise, and hugged it for a long time. It whimpers less now."
Monday, January 20, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Lazy Boy
As I walked along the promenade, I crossed a small park
My eye caught a little child
Looking like a single cherry on a cream pie.
While other children ran around and fought over the best swing,
This suckling cuddled up in his mother's arms
And snored sweetly. Exhausted
Just by waiting for his turn that won't come.
My eye caught a little child
Looking like a single cherry on a cream pie.
While other children ran around and fought over the best swing,
This suckling cuddled up in his mother's arms
And snored sweetly. Exhausted
Just by waiting for his turn that won't come.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."
Monday, December 16, 2013
I like stimulation. Of all kinds. Physical stimulation should've been the natural priority but emotional stimulation is an easy escape for a child living in a house full of siblings and parents who wouldn't talk about where his brothers and sisters have come from. Sex is is hush hush, treated like a guilt trip taken once in a while. Masturbation becomes second nature.
Sounds like a selfish philosophy...
See life as a series of short stories. The experiences and people who have a big impact on your life must especially be absolutely separate from each other. The end of every chapter must bring a sense of closure but must at the same time fill your eyes with the wonder and possibility of a new beginning. Each day will then become a white canvas for you to draw your vision and also a pit in which you could throw away all your years.
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