remember to choose to be a great person.
and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
- anaïs nin
for the first time, it all seems fictional. each and every one of the moments that seemed, at the time, like the most finite of moments, all of a sudden became nothing more than a story inside of my head. yes, there are pictures and tales to harken myself back to those times, but how much does that mean when it’s reduced to a moment reflected in the mirror that questions the tangibility of the pictures, the stories? do they belong to me, really? how we reflected between us beauty and truth, and how wonderful the world really was when we paused in the darkness. did that really happen? and at what point did my favourite moments of existence relegate themselves to questionable pieces in time?
as the sun sets
we will make our silent escape
we will take nothing with us
we will not leave a thing behind
no more lies will you tell her
no more cries from her bed
all the anguish you bred here
you will have to live with
always
and we long for redemption
as we search for a promise
draw me out of the water
we must make our escape
tonight
take me to my home
run with me now
sunrise doesn’t last all morning
a cloudburst doesn’t last all day
seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
it’s not always going to be this grey
sunset doesn’t last all evening
a mind can blow those clouds away
after all this, my love is up and must be leaving
it’s not always going to be this grey
all things must pass
all things must pass away
none of life’s strings can last
so, i must be on my way
and face another day
now the darkness only stays the night-time
in the morning it will fade away
daylight is good at arriving at the right time
it’s not always going to be this grey
all things must pass
all things must pass away
keep it simple; as simple as posible, but no simpler.
- albert einstein
to endure is greater than to dare;
to tire out hostile fortune;
to be daunted by no difficulty;
to keep heart when all have lost it-
who can say this is not greatness?
whatever you are, be a good one.
- abraham lincoln
only the curious will learn, only the resolute overcome the obstacles to learning.
we are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. when the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.
i don’t know what day it is. there is no point of reference anywhere around me, even in my mind when i search for some defining moment. somewhere in the realm of memory i can grasp notions of the season, or of a feeling that i continually associate with the gloom of november, but i know for certain that those are old and out of context. today remains a mystery until i give into my failure and check the calendar. thursday, huh. now it’s difficult to sift through the days leading up to this one, to find the meaning behind today being thursday… there is little, everything melded together in the swirl of all that lacks significance. gradually it becomes increasingly apparent that experience has failed me, and language is left to mend the shortcomings. dilemma exists solely in the realization that language is constantly broken and full of failure even in the most capable of hands. capable being one of the many categories that my own hands do not fall into. besides that, is it not redundant and insipid to begin at the beginning? no more is it thursday, no longer is my mind lost and wandering unfocused around heaps of leaves and beneath raindrops falling from dark heavens. eternally am i hopeful to be forgiven for my spite, my resistance, my glaring deficit of gratitude. deeply am i hopeful for forgiveness, though from whom i do not know. the meanderings of the mind are attributed to blatant disregard for greater well being of my own self, deeper so to the compounding of fear. i am not a witness for the truth.
it is finding beauty in the dissonance, peace amid the chaos, solace within the confusion, and fortitude from the unknown.
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