mittened hands wrapped around hot choc mugs light-hearted bickering over the tones and shades of leaves yet to fall chilly sun-streaked mornings of fresh earthy air and early hibernation nights of gathered quietude that indulgent autumn for which she longed seemed not to arrive at least not as expected set to follow the bright bustling summer excitement always written to precede the forward-looking days of winter's introspection ordained as it was by the dictums of old those of time and tide instead her blooming has been a wearisome back-and-forth between the extremes of each untimely and unexpected yet unfortunately necessary before she might witness those flowers of hers blossoming under the warmth and light of that newly shining Sun
finding our way back again. to what? this is a steep question. I am drawing this map of words, today we should speak of what is, the roots of words, this silence their soil, these words vehicle for the inexpressible. Gaza strip, day 52, Jordan foreign ministery says Israel is busy with genocide. what else is trully new, for sure not pain, a fundamental law unrecognized by physics. the paradox of time that goes deeper into words when we feel them. the center cannot support itself exposed in cruel eyes. fall and rise of a time we lived in sometime like in a house with no windows. reality is and is not in the same spacetime simply unreachable, untraceable, incomprehensible. someone speaks in a low voice, another speaks more with the eyebrows. the door opens to the dance of life, and who is riding the dance. brave minds and collapsed bodies, I didn't want to be here today, she says. one feels disgusted by the expulsion from eden. I am looking for the secret garden where the mind of the body grows, but I don't know it. I am looking for a theory of absence. this is a story about the impossibility of story. we have to listen and forget so that life goes on
this watch strap was meant to be made of genuine leather the highest quality chocolate brown with a steel pin buckle alligator patterned finished in matte though whether cut from that soft yet durable popular reptilian hide as was "guaranteed" questions will remain it was not after all purchased from one of the authentic branded sellers so would appear that i may have been caught out by one of those virally pervasive regrettably persuasive and ever-prevailing peddlers of **** once again instead of the promised "many years of enjoyment" that were blindly expected i am left resenting those moments between glances at that glassy face futilely aware of the seconds minutes and hours that each split and crack grows wider and deepens beyond repair
It feels like yesterday I was 20 and still living with my best friends hanging pop punk flags on the walls of our first apartment together.
It feels like I was just 21 and my friends surprised me with a party and we drank until we passed out and sang karaoke like never before.
I’m sure I was just 22 or 23 and I was dating someone I hated with a passion while still crying over you.
But wait I know 24 and 25 are around the corner and it’s my first time moving out of my hometown and I want so badly to love you again but I’m ready to find myself first.
Ans 26 and 27 came in a flash- I’m living with my friends again, I’m traveling and I’m moving back home to find a different version of me again.
28 I was starting to be ready to settle down and you weren’t around anymore but I was getting used to that for once. I was living alone again and loving every moment of it. I was hiking every weekend, day drinking and starting my photography business.
And then 29 came and he came into my life without me even knowing and showed me a love I didn’t know I could have. We travelled and loved and dreamed.
And my youth passed me by, 30 and 31 have already gone with a flash. I’m getting a little more scared of the future. I’m seeing the fragile way of life with my family and my friends. People get older, loved ones pass on and memories fade softly.
In my 32nd year and I wonder what’s next for my grown up years ?
Something about the light of day Going away Everyday Makes me yearn for Something more Puzzled what it could be Those minutes maybe? Already missing the warmth Your smile gives Filling a heavenly void I just saw you yesterday But now you aren't here Why do you break my Fragile heart Every day? Please dont go Away I wish for once You would turn around And see my sadness
There is a tense relationship between the warmth and a cold void- Comment contributed (Collab on the title)