Its strange. My thoughts, my emotions, my feelings. They are a construct, I don’t even know,

The music I love listening to, into the books I enjoy sinking into, the poems i adore to fill with words and sentences are so versatile that they are all contradictory in themselves,

They are neither special, unique or profound. They are simply a manifestation of what I feel inside, how I think things, how I perceive my emotions.

They should not be praised or appreciated, otherwise you allow them infinity, you allow them to remain eternal,

Curiosity spreads through me. It makes things accessible, but above all understandable. It puts you in a position to see things from a different perspective,

I believe that when you are severely depressed and have a borderline personality disorder, perspective is the most important tool you have. It allows you to perceive the shape, every angle, every detail, to recognize how it differs from all the other shapes, details, angles,

So what is curiosity for me? It is the curiosity to be curious. You can't be curious if curiosity is unknown to you.

“Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow?” ^ or
Absolute Absolution



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the slow Tuesday fragrance fills the nostrils,
Van Morrison in my earbuds, reminding that
“This Must Be What Paradise Is Like!

So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…”

Sea salt spray spicy sauces the atmosphere,
Many boats, some silent, noisy too, transverse the eyelids,
entertainment of the vista, decorating time’s motionless motion

So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…

the voluble hush, delightfully confuses mes sensories,
noisy cacophony orchestral avians, waves, and a human voice,
punctuate the music, absolute absolution of mes sensoriels

So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…
Indeed, it is a Tuesday, and the slow of the surround sound,
vanilla spotted with rainbow sprinkling of the noise of life,

So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…,
so full, so rich,
so vast the strands of colored variegated, perpetual motionlless
moves me to tears, steals my emotional refuse,
I too,

So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…inside of me…







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(1) Lyric from Brown Eyed Girl, Van Morrison