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26.1.11
24.1.11
In the absence of time I recall what matters.
In my mind's eye I have so much to do. So many different directions to take. This path is brand new and it's all my own. I remember all of the different faces I chose. I now know what path I need to choose. But will I follow it? I feel the changes in me being brought to the surface. This new woman I am beginning to see does not look like she used to. She's different so much inside that she has to ask herself questions about her attitude impacting her altitude. She has to wonder about what classes to take, and what moves to make. Life is a game that must be played. Fast or slow, it will end. Will she accomplish her quest? Will her dreams be actualized? What cards will she play? What cards will she never play? What will she be left with at the end? No this is not tarot or divination in question. This is the way I realize where I stand. What keys I hold in hand. Which paths I walk. The people I meet. The troubles I defeat. I know there are the ones that will stick, and the ones that will be but a moment in passing.
Forgive me Jah, I make many mistakes. I hope not to be a disgrace, but a woman of profound action. I live to serve. I live to lead. I live to give my all or I may as well die now to be quite frank. Life is a game that must be played. Whether you are the die, the pawn, or the rook. Take your stand, stand firm, and strong, or prepare to be knocked down. Prepare for the disappointments of life. Courage is needed. Leave fear behind with your high school crush.
No time to waste now. The world is moving faster somehow. And still slow and steady is not a mistake.
Love life even when it hurts. Pray even when it hurts. Laugh even when it hurts. Cry even when you smile. Think before you act. Remember before you forget. Grab hold, before this moment passes you by. Live well, inhale deep, hug passionately. Forget about your sadness. You really don't have much time. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. ------------------------.
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P.S. How cute is this man in this video???? Indian food here I come. :)
Forgive me Jah, I make many mistakes. I hope not to be a disgrace, but a woman of profound action. I live to serve. I live to lead. I live to give my all or I may as well die now to be quite frank. Life is a game that must be played. Whether you are the die, the pawn, or the rook. Take your stand, stand firm, and strong, or prepare to be knocked down. Prepare for the disappointments of life. Courage is needed. Leave fear behind with your high school crush.
No time to waste now. The world is moving faster somehow. And still slow and steady is not a mistake.
Love life even when it hurts. Pray even when it hurts. Laugh even when it hurts. Cry even when you smile. Think before you act. Remember before you forget. Grab hold, before this moment passes you by. Live well, inhale deep, hug passionately. Forget about your sadness. You really don't have much time. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. ------------------------.
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P.S. How cute is this man in this video???? Indian food here I come. :)
20.1.11
In Truth out Flows the Truth.
Spinach latkes on my brain.
Can you just stop being a ho? Can you please not tell me how much you loved that porno? Can I just hang out with somebody without talking about a birthday party and drama? Please. Lord. Yeah I get a little cynical at times. That's why I type. For clarity. Not for judgment. You still don't know what's going on in my brain. Esp. if you don't ask. Haha.
I appreciate you. I love what we have experienced together. I just want you to know there are certain things I refuse to do now. And that isn't your prob. It's mine. But if you want to converse with me, I expect you to understand and respect my morals. Don't make me compromise. Don't make me regret our meeting. It should be free, unabashed,and open.
I forgive you. I always do. I hope you only have the heart to forgive me as well.
And as we walk forward, know we both deserve to live better. Be better women, better men, better friends. I'm over the drama. I'm over the drugs. I'm over the covert overstimulation. It is written on your face. And when you are there, just know I can't bare to join you in your "bliss".
I respect you. It's almost like an invisible glass between you and I. And I don't hate you. I just feel the coldness of the glass when I try to get too close. You are in the world. And I am not. So forgive me for seeming a little...distant...I am protecting myself from a darkness that I once knew. You know how dark I was. Darker than the black lipstick and clothing. In the pit of my sorrows, serenading myself to some blasphemous chant. Doing things just to say I did it at least once. I did it. I did a lot of things. I'm not you. I don't teeter off the edge. I dive in to whatever I do. If I'm good, that's what I am. If I'm bad, I'm bad. But guess what? I am good, and I am not pretending. I just don't want to pretend I feel that way anymore. I wish you didn't want to pretend either. Or maybe you still think it's real.
Can you just stop being a ho? Can you please not tell me how much you loved that porno? Can I just hang out with somebody without talking about a birthday party and drama? Please. Lord. Yeah I get a little cynical at times. That's why I type. For clarity. Not for judgment. You still don't know what's going on in my brain. Esp. if you don't ask. Haha.
I appreciate you. I love what we have experienced together. I just want you to know there are certain things I refuse to do now. And that isn't your prob. It's mine. But if you want to converse with me, I expect you to understand and respect my morals. Don't make me compromise. Don't make me regret our meeting. It should be free, unabashed,and open.
I forgive you. I always do. I hope you only have the heart to forgive me as well.
And as we walk forward, know we both deserve to live better. Be better women, better men, better friends. I'm over the drama. I'm over the drugs. I'm over the covert overstimulation. It is written on your face. And when you are there, just know I can't bare to join you in your "bliss".
I respect you. It's almost like an invisible glass between you and I. And I don't hate you. I just feel the coldness of the glass when I try to get too close. You are in the world. And I am not. So forgive me for seeming a little...distant...I am protecting myself from a darkness that I once knew. You know how dark I was. Darker than the black lipstick and clothing. In the pit of my sorrows, serenading myself to some blasphemous chant. Doing things just to say I did it at least once. I did it. I did a lot of things. I'm not you. I don't teeter off the edge. I dive in to whatever I do. If I'm good, that's what I am. If I'm bad, I'm bad. But guess what? I am good, and I am not pretending. I just don't want to pretend I feel that way anymore. I wish you didn't want to pretend either. Or maybe you still think it's real.
In truth
"I know this love is going to hurt someday."
When was the last time you remember really feeling like you had time for real affection?
Well I don't know. Now I find I have to be more sensitive of the company I keep. No I don't want to be in a compromising situation. I'm sick of laughing at things that repulse me. But what else can you do? I don't care about that now.
Just have to keep progressing forward.
Who knew the path I was on was so different? Solo-esque. You move in your own circles. I'm linear. Forward I flow. Sometimes I get a chance to hold on for a while, but I know that then I'm stagnant, and in part lying to myself. And I can't bring you along for the ride.
Do you remember the last time you fell in love?
I don't care about that now. It's bizarre. If you saw me on the street would you catch a glimpse and keep going? Sometimes it's better to let go than to hold onto things that will hurt more than they could ever help.
School's blowing back in. Won't have time to miss you. You don't have any idea how that feels to me. You wouldn't ask. You never have.
Now it's my time to walk in my own way. I have to stay above water. Solo-esque. Dancing. Fluttering. Filling. Drumming. Humming. On my own.
When was the last time you remember really feeling like you had time for real affection?
Well I don't know. Now I find I have to be more sensitive of the company I keep. No I don't want to be in a compromising situation. I'm sick of laughing at things that repulse me. But what else can you do? I don't care about that now.
Just have to keep progressing forward.
Who knew the path I was on was so different? Solo-esque. You move in your own circles. I'm linear. Forward I flow. Sometimes I get a chance to hold on for a while, but I know that then I'm stagnant, and in part lying to myself. And I can't bring you along for the ride.
Do you remember the last time you fell in love?
I don't care about that now. It's bizarre. If you saw me on the street would you catch a glimpse and keep going? Sometimes it's better to let go than to hold onto things that will hurt more than they could ever help.
School's blowing back in. Won't have time to miss you. You don't have any idea how that feels to me. You wouldn't ask. You never have.
Now it's my time to walk in my own way. I have to stay above water. Solo-esque. Dancing. Fluttering. Filling. Drumming. Humming. On my own.
11.1.11
Why Don't You Write Anymore?
The juggling of time. The moments whisking by. The red light blends to green. Time changes the scene. I'm off to see a new place, some new face. I hope not to forget the old. Time changes everything. I try to understand the value of keeping friends dear and near. It's easy to let life wash away without keeping one thing crystal clear.
Eventually we get tired of running. We all want something to hold onto, even if its intangible. To tell someone you love them, to learn about them. Their pet peeves, their secrets--it is a gift. A gift that is so invaluable to me.
When you and I share a secret story a link that bonds us in the most natural sense makes our meeting all the sweeter. When I hug you, when I laugh with you, when I watch you go through the motions that symbolize your person, I beam. You radiate the joy that God gave you.
Memory is all the sweeter when we recognize each moment we exist is not promised, or accidental, or a coincidence.
Jah gave you life, a pulse, two hands to explore (experience tangibility), two eyes that smile and absorb the world in the most unique sense, two two legs attached to feet to climb--to explore the world abounding with things to learn. I never want to give that up. And I never want to give you up. You are forever burned into my memory. I love that we met. Please just don't ever forget.
1.1.11
Le Jour de l'An
It's funny how at the start of Jan 1 I'm back to John Mayer again. I'm playing "Split Screen Sadness" as a following from "Clarity". Two tracks that I love. I have to be up at 6:30 AM to take a shower and go to my assembly. I spent my night cooking, folding clothes, and well...enjoying my living space. Couldn't really have asked for more. But it would've been nice to have drank the sparkling apple cider in the fridge...
After these past few busy days, I wasn't much in the mood. So instead I prepared new dishes. One the millet autumn recipe I posted a while back (finally), and super legit vegan collard greens, and my lunch for tomorrow, and my breakfast. Took me a couple hours between prep and folding and all.
Note to self: If I ever marry it must be to a chef and ahandyman. That's hot. Teach me the tricks of the trade please. I cannot fix dismantled household items very well. :( Should go to handypeople school. Anyways I'm ranting.
Orange oil is in my burner and John Mayer is still playing. His beautiful voice and acoustic guitar still make me swoon. I think I always will.
Well, enjoy your night. :) Thought for the "new year": Time is manmade. It is not truly as we experience it. It is infinite, and translucent. It slips through our fingers like the air we breathe. Yet, it continually exists, with or without us.
After these past few busy days, I wasn't much in the mood. So instead I prepared new dishes. One the millet autumn recipe I posted a while back (finally), and super legit vegan collard greens, and my lunch for tomorrow, and my breakfast. Took me a couple hours between prep and folding and all.
Note to self: If I ever marry it must be to a chef and ahandyman. That's hot. Teach me the tricks of the trade please. I cannot fix dismantled household items very well. :( Should go to handypeople school. Anyways I'm ranting.
Orange oil is in my burner and John Mayer is still playing. His beautiful voice and acoustic guitar still make me swoon. I think I always will.
Well, enjoy your night. :) Thought for the "new year": Time is manmade. It is not truly as we experience it. It is infinite, and translucent. It slips through our fingers like the air we breathe. Yet, it continually exists, with or without us.
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