Learning’s always a painful process. Like when you’re little and your bones are growing and you ache all over. Do you believe I can remember the sound of my own bones growing? Like this grinding under the skin. Everything’s different now. Like sounds are music that I can understand, like fluids. It’s funny, I used to be so concerned with who I was and what I wanted to be, and now that I have access to the furthest reaches of my brain, I see things clearly and realize that what makes us “us” — it’s primitive. They’re all obstacles. Does that make any sense? Like this pain you’re experiencing. It’s blocking you from understanding. All you know now is pain. That’s all you know, pain.
[Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink.]
Drink and be filled up.
kind of strange man~
walkin on the street, meet a muralist(?), he was trying to say something but i couldn’t really understand, cuz he was bloody drunk and didn’t say his name so I’ll never know who he was lol … kind of strange man XD
If I could speak..release this quiet storm, and let you see my heart open and warm… maybe then you could ease the pain..maybe this longing in my soul will make you want to stay….
VIVO CADA DÍA CON LA ESPERANZA DE VERTE REGRESAR…Y CADA NOCHE SABIENDO QUE NO ESTÁS.
Live purely. Be quiet.
Do your work with mastery.
Like the moon, come out
from behind the clouds!
Great things happen when you have no idea what you’re doing.
I want you to come live with me, and die with me, and everything with me.