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Double-sided

Humility and timidity rhyme as effortlessly as  self-assuredness and misinterpretation. It is just a matter of interaction.

Trials and ponderations

Being outspoken has never propelled me to produce speech that is a proper portrait of my inner self.

Why ponder and pry into my principles only to prefer to remain silent?

I’m betraying my best interests.

Stealthy

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There is such a thing as making the same mistakes over and over again.  Then there comes the day when you realize you are living the mistake, rather than just repeating it. What was just troublesome surreptitiously becomes a habit. The frightening part is that old habits are so hard to kill.


Unanswered

What sort of stubbornness is worse than a sentimental one?
Is insisting on someone out of sincere neediness sillier or wiser than sacrificing oneself?
What’s certain is that the burden of being alone isn’t easily surmountable

Garotos

When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with my tears

Lyrics by Bat For Lashes,

Picture by João Viegas

Future

How reckless is stupidity diverted to oneself?
How many of the same mistakes is one entitled to make?
How careless does one need to be before becoming one’s own bait?
How far into the past does one need to see before being freed from its shelf?

Prose

Sighing is to disappointment what tears are to sadness. But when smiling makes you slumber, you have no choice but to share it.

The Membrane

IF you fill your interior with accumulating thoughts and swelling ideas, mindsets may commence to mold.

What is the use of inner richness when it leaves the outside devoided of interest?

When the content is as impressive as it is private, the surface will be deemed just puny.

Shades

Myths are interesting to me because they are stories that can be told in perpetuity. They’re stories that can be told again and again… And there’s always nuance.

– Elliott Hundley

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Corporeal


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When the head is the lid
And the voice is the key
The heart is the twist
That unveils the need

The ribs are the chest
And lungs can be love
That unlock what is best
From within the soul

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Pictures by Brett Lloyd

Planning

Everything changes: unexpectedly, undoubtedly, delightfully.

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Everything.

The Dancer

I’ve cried days

I’ve cried nights

For the Lord just to send me home some sign

Is he near? Is he far?

Bring peace to my black and empty heart

Lyrics by PJ Harvey,

pictures via MadeInBrazil

Revealing

Perfection, any kind of perfection, always demands some kind of concealment.

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Without something hiding itself, or remaining hidden, there is no perfection.

(Roberto Calasso, The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony)

Little boy

Baby said he couldn’t stay
Wouldn’t put his lips to mine
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

And I said: honey, I don’t feel so good
Don’t feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void

He said: it’s all in your head
And I said: so it’s everything
But he didn’t get it

I thought he was a man

But he was just a little boy

Lyrics by Fiona Apple,  picture via East Village Boys

Ripeness

As one grows older, one learns to let go of impossible or distracting goals
Not without pain, not without despair, but with a tiny bit of disturbing dignity

And at times of optimism, it comes with tons of hope
And a stroke of self-respect

All pictures by Toyin Ibidapo