Tis the day to be jolly. Falalala
A Monday that is sandwiched between 2 off days.
A Monday that is laden with blues because I do not care.
A Monday that I just can't wait to end because I want more off days.
A Monday that is an indicator that I am a lazy dame.
Tis the day to be jolly. Falalala
Monday, November 5, 2018
Sunday, September 30, 2018
Journal of a Hipster
Sunday, 30th September 2018
The water is boiling.
I have a cigarette on.
Got my favourite find of a band, Parcels - playing tunes familiar to the 70s. Anachronistic.
How's that for a setting?
Just bliss.
On to making myself a cup of americano, homemade; feeling as hipster as ever. A hipster meister.
At this exact moment - I feel super conceptual; abstract.
What a beauty the world can be, if everyone could understand this - how abstract this place is.
What a beauty the world can be, if balance is comprehended - how to embrace and to accept sits on a very thin line.
If we can ever accept that this current construction that we operate is in the end are just many in a vast space of abstracts.
The water is boiling.
I have a cigarette on.
Got my favourite find of a band, Parcels - playing tunes familiar to the 70s. Anachronistic.
How's that for a setting?
Just bliss.
On to making myself a cup of americano, homemade; feeling as hipster as ever. A hipster meister.
At this exact moment - I feel super conceptual; abstract.
What a beauty the world can be, if everyone could understand this - how abstract this place is.
What a beauty the world can be, if balance is comprehended - how to embrace and to accept sits on a very thin line.
If we can ever accept that this current construction that we operate is in the end are just many in a vast space of abstracts.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Pensive moments
Alone. I am..
What a moment to be in
A moment that is lothed and loved depending on wants
Wants that are under constant reflection because an organ is checked in
Constructed to be an ever-ending pensive moments because of my wants.
Alone. I'm OK with
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
A bit schizo....but why not.
Hey, it's me...again.
Sorry that I wasn't here,
Sorry that I got caught with things in my sphere,
Those were important and I can't leave it in vain,
You know..life, living, being alive - being vain.
You see, I only left for you,
So you can be you,
'You do you boo' so they say,
Not at all in an original way - I must say.
So what have you been up to?
Enlighten me with the updates!
I know you want to
Tell me what have you create.
Yeah...whatever it is you did good,
You 'do' and that is how it should be,
Continue to do things that get you in the mood,
But just promise me that it won't be moody.
Sorry that I wasn't here,
Sorry that I got caught with things in my sphere,
Those were important and I can't leave it in vain,
You know..life, living, being alive - being vain.
You see, I only left for you,
So you can be you,
'You do you boo' so they say,
Not at all in an original way - I must say.
So what have you been up to?
Enlighten me with the updates!
I know you want to
Tell me what have you create.
Yeah...whatever it is you did good,
You 'do' and that is how it should be,
Continue to do things that get you in the mood,
But just promise me that it won't be moody.
Real
Be not afeared of the unbeknown, for there perhaps is the only way you can unpack more about yourself.
For me life itself is an unknown journey where there are many experiences to be experienced.
The past weeks was an eye opener about who I am and how much of that is known. And I would rather be placed in a place where my sanity is in check; where my surrounding is grounded in reality; where despite the subjectivity of perceptions and ideals; things are real.
For me life itself is an unknown journey where there are many experiences to be experienced.
The past weeks was an eye opener about who I am and how much of that is known. And I would rather be placed in a place where my sanity is in check; where my surrounding is grounded in reality; where despite the subjectivity of perceptions and ideals; things are real.
Monday, February 19, 2018
Was part 2
Was.
Could be my favourite word.
Was.
A piece that I wrote more than a couple of years back. An afterword.
Concluding a phase, dictating yet another phase. A phase that I thought has ended; a phase that I look forward to endure.
Written in a manner of visible ambiguity. A make believe term in explicating everything that I am when it comes to expressing myself in a world filled with strangers.
Not a single context shall I relay because the word was in itself constitutes of matters that used to be relevant; stretching it more than that - it will drain you of who you are, letting it dictate you into blindness, into the pit of madness.
Was.
A past tense.
It is....the past.
This inability I have, haunts me as living contradictions are a norm, though crisis its not; seems to sculpt life as a battle though it all lies in various interpretations so thus valuation will only be of my own.
With that, all I can do is to let the past linger in a way that it will grow me but not consume me, as many believers often preach but rarely do, rarely live, that is the life of balance, thinking that the past should be forgotten but NO it's the type of peace that many don't understand that is needed.
Could be my favourite word.
Was.
A piece that I wrote more than a couple of years back. An afterword.
Concluding a phase, dictating yet another phase. A phase that I thought has ended; a phase that I look forward to endure.
Written in a manner of visible ambiguity. A make believe term in explicating everything that I am when it comes to expressing myself in a world filled with strangers.
Not a single context shall I relay because the word was in itself constitutes of matters that used to be relevant; stretching it more than that - it will drain you of who you are, letting it dictate you into blindness, into the pit of madness.
Was.
A past tense.
It is....the past.
This inability I have, haunts me as living contradictions are a norm, though crisis its not; seems to sculpt life as a battle though it all lies in various interpretations so thus valuation will only be of my own.
With that, all I can do is to let the past linger in a way that it will grow me but not consume me, as many believers often preach but rarely do, rarely live, that is the life of balance, thinking that the past should be forgotten but NO it's the type of peace that many don't understand that is needed.
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