December 2010
we can never have too much sky.
everything interests me, but nothing holds me. i attend to everything, dreaming all the while.
shake up the happiness.
a golden filter.
this restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same.
when i walk somewhere, i like to imagine animals following me and stars coming down from the sky suspended by strings.
i will stay for this last transformation.
heart weeps. head tries to help heart. head tells heart how it is, again: “you will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.” heart feels better, then. but the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. heart is so new to this. “i want them back”, says heart. head is all heart has. help, head. help heart.
no one and nothing can free you but your own understanding.
don’t be silly.
if we relate to the monster, is it still a monster ?
wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. when we ignore it, it disturbs us. when we listen to it, we find it fascinating.
chronic dissatisfaction, that’s what i have.
something in my mind freezes up from time to time.
i love airports. for every person that leaves, there is someone arriving, signifying the end of missing someone.
what is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?
wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. when we ignore it, it disturbs us. when we listen to it, we find it fascinating.
now, the sky is the limit.
