February 2011
January 2011
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Going two weeks without seeing you,
was so worth the happiness I am feeling right now.
Gravity.
Sometimes gravity is great enough and strong enough to move a moon, strip stars from a galazy, bring a whole asteroid into pieces - great enough and strong enough to rip a whole system down the seam, like a pillow case, but only sometimes.
We don’t notice the little forces. My moccasins have gravity, but their mass isn’t great enough to move me. The little gravities keep me in place.
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I love you, okay?
I’m not in love with you. I just love you. I love who you are. I love who you want to be.
I hope this love doesn’t ever fade.
Proud moment.
I actually have completed everything I need for tomorrow.
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Artistic Appreciation.
The loveliest thing about music is its’ way of capturing the nuances of an emotion, the details of a scene, and the urgency of a situation, without vagueness. There is a clarity in music, exclusive to it. Listening to instrumental music gives me transient bursts of relief. Somehow, piano solos and their succeeding string accompaniments reach out and reveal to me, with precision, where and...
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We’re all prone to discrediting our own capacities. Maybe it’s really out of poor self-esteem, or maybe, on a grander and more complex level, it’s because we are terrified of expectations, scared by other people relying on us. This tendency to downplay our good qualities is something I have been guilty of. In my case, it was for both of the reasons above. It’s not pleasant...
Today.
put away my laundry
take my car to the shop
accompany Gina while she gets her nails done
meet with my partners to work on our study
buy my last two books at the bookstore
complete homework due tomorrow
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In the evening, the world seemed larger and a vastness took over what was minimized by the glare of sunlight. There appeared no end to what was cloaked by the unseen, and what stood next to the visible was the enormous silence that squelched me.
Most nights pass around as an invisible transition, slept through, and barley remarkable. Only in hindsight are the splinters of dreams and quietude...
Get's me going.
It’s this fragile moment of connection, catalyzed by a smile, or a quirk, a fancy nuance, or the soft blowing of the wind through his hair. It might be any of the above that constricts the veins and tenses the muscles. Breathing switches from rapid to slow; deep to shallow. Pupils dilate and palms sweat. Knees quiver, and lips bloom red. Beyond all this distillation of the senses or the...
