#FTOTD: Hearing

Is sensitivity a frequency?

Loudness inhibits the hearing out of thoughts –

Is an unsound mind unsound, because of the blaring noise and harrassment by the buzzing thoughts?

Perhaps everyone is too busy living their life to bother, or maybe they’re too trying to keep up with it.
But this breeds unhealthy apathy AND obesed narcissism.

sometimes that leaves me wondering where i fare on this scale.

#FTOTD: bound

to hold yourself together – is to keep yourself from falling a
part

by all means, even if it means to cage oneself.

2.
this post is an optimistic one, sorta rare.

3.
learning to detach:
sieving out emotion from action, maybe this is the way to go
i might be on the right path after all.

but… is that structure, or free form?

4.
a certain opportunist recently taught me what it meant to be unconditional. limitless, impulsive, experimental, bold. unbridled as we allow, but that for now
will have to wait.

5.
do, don’t think – don’t let the heart think, let the mind strategise and structure.
this way, too, restricts your emotions from running so freely as to drive you insane.

6.
the future is scary – trying to be composed in dealing with the uncertainty is proving to be quite a challenge.

i will get through this phase, and i will keep on keeping on.

#FTOTD: Fogged

“The date of our first kiss / the date we went to the hotel” (poolside, we were by the pool is all)

Marking the dates down is a massive indicator of terrible – as exam dates close in, do you realise how grave a mistake we are committing? Selfishly, it might have been delightful to know that they were not forgotten – but objectively, ultimately, no. This is wrong.

Getting involved, you and i – both have better things to be doing, different goals to be achieving and targets to be meeting. Yet here we are at an intersection point, our lives a standstill – yet at the same time, a rocketing arrow so eager to take off in every direction, because the opportunities are endless and spontaneity’s at its best.

But I’m not. My steady effort to build myself up is coming apart – all that i was certain of myself previously – does not feel like it’s there anymore. The root cause of uncertainty is from the external environment, which conversely affects the security internally on my mind.

Take you out of the equation, i can see everything clearer – i can be better, i can continue being me, learning to be independent and self-reliant. Self sustaining, like a plant. My energy ecosystem wouldn’t have been reconfigured.

This is not the best of myself, i can only see me fading out into the shadows to assume a role that floats.

I really need to get away from here – this is the only way I can get away from you, from losing independence, from being unsure of who i am.

#FTOTD: Sun-daze

distance, i need to take a step back for introspection.

you, you want otherwise – for us to take a step forward.

learning restraint and constraint,
and yet with you i have violated the constraints – as how the boundaries have blurred.

i told you before – you were my fear.
rephrased with greater precision – i was afraid of the zero sum game we were playing, and the possibility that both of us (if not, either) would get hurt fiddling with fire.

i am curious – this thrill is one that threads on a fine line between safety and risks, a highly volatile mass of uncertainty.

this, and we, are a contradiction
there is assurance around you, despite the fear and attempt at cautiousness to you

from here:
i don’t know how to proceed and handle with care

#FTOTD: undefined

From 9.48 am:
Number of times i found myself lost in a daydream since: 3

Fragments of memories – like lightning flashing – dash through my mind

If the brain is a grey matter, why do we thread between grey areas

last night:
two dreams into the hours of the morning:
A deep sleep, a nightmare of snatch theft and biting the thieves finger as i hung on to him as he dashed for the doors out of a grand library, another deep sleep and a second dream about my cousin returning with a cup of vanilla bean ice cream that i desperately wanted… for concocting an affogato.

x :

This ambiguity. We are (in) such a mess.

Not quite what I’d wanted or think it to turn out – so free to give, so free to receive, some sort of loosely tangled strings…. and you want it hanging – while i don’t.

You have a point, though. But this irrationality / ‘not mutually exclusive’ entitlement… is a stretch on my limits.

I’ve been selfish – taking away yet giving so little – and here we are, tugging strings like those threading a guitar.

Here is me,
on the run, once more.

It’s been about, or more than, 2 months since I’ve had a proper conversation with any close friend. Sorta.

How am i keeping up? I don’t know – honestly.

Life right now. No time to be worrying or wasting it on things that will pass (i.e. fleeting in nature)