Thought I was doing well until I tripped on your unexpected appearance in my dream. 7 hours, that was how quickly time whisked by in REM. A tad too vivid, too raw, too tender, but the surprise that flushed was genuine
#idratherbeexploring
voyage
it all begins with an idea, that roots into a dream, sprouting into a chant, an anthem, until it becomes a statement so bold that one can no longer mute its voice internally.
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views from the 17th storey:
floating away never seemed more beckoning than losing one’s gaze at the ship that’s docked on the window panel of a neighbouring building.
it seems, the lines between dreams and reality were blurry outside the office premise, where elves go on to surrender their dreams in exchange for cash, transactional, like insurance.
and so floaty girl returns to the parallel haven: back to the confinement of her cubicle. she continues cruising on webpages and tabs, making waves on keyboards.
grasping an idea of calm,
this was perhaps the definition of balance to her present self:
lines drawn,
between hours and minutes to what is hers and what was others’.
lines drawn,
between reality and imaginary.
lines drawn,
asymmetrical – proportional and equal in thought and emotion.
Then come back
Se hace el silencio
Y el sueño vuelve a dar la vuelta al mundo.
-Neruda
These days i close my eyes and fear, because dreams rarely fill the mind, it’s too draining and time consuming.
How does one wake up, energised, from jumping out of another life?
I took up the pen the other day, but couldn’t create anything. How odd. I hope this is a dry spell that’s temporary.
Have been busy living life and staying alive, that’s great – but the subconscious resistance against time speeding by so quickly has been unnerving.
(Silence bears down
and the dream spins the world again.)
#FTOTD 05
So many thoughts, fleeting and disorderly:
1. we find ourselves prematurely counting down to the day we end
2. after two days it still bothers me that a lady whose name was recorded 7 times in the annals of the 1500s was enough to create a huge kdrama, but what was she really like -?
3. deadlines and countdowns pegged on calendars in order to move forward feels like each of them are the rocks and life is like but another rockclimbing wall. But is this really how it should be?
4. honestly I can’t see anything ahead of time: one week from now, one month later, or before the year comes to an end. Does it scare – perhaps?
5. is there a routine for clean eating but to be applied in the context of life and not food?
BITES OF A DODO 