Five kindnesses

i.
A quiet hello said low in the morning

ii.
A genuine effort: welcome, Newcomer
a home, a life, some food & some funding

iii.
Solid company that brings us together
the alluring, the shy, the quick and the funny
a love that binds us stronger than tethers

iv.
A mouth that is mellow and slower than honey
with lips that procure, that swell and are hungry
the sounds of kisses, the battles of loving
openness of spirit, red frames for the lonely

*****

Double-sided

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

Duo

Silence and solitude

One is the host, one is the guest
A kind of company that is loneliness
Steal a still room to quieten one’s breast
To appease and deny, to push and to press

Worry Maker

Stage 1: great afflictions saturate the stomach.
Stage 2: the heart empties once the task is completed.
Stage 3: dailiness finally fills the veins.

Focused

The age of a habit is not determined by the speed of its death.
It is the availability of new interests that cause its decay.
And interests can emerge, be reborn and die again.

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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.

Happy Wound

You didn’t see my valentine
I sent it via pantomime
While you were watching someone else
I stared at you and cut myself
That’s all I’ll do cause I’m not free
A fugitive too dull to flee

Closure

Desperate times due to disparate thoughts

Inaction

Stealthy

***

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.

An idle, a wheel

I’m going to do whatever I do, and if I don’t do this and can’t find something else and lose all of my money and become broke, then I’m going to have some hard times. There will be new people that I’ll meet, and I’m to be excited about that. I know that I’ll be having new experiences and traveling to places.

That is how Fiona Apple sees the future and it is refreshing and reassuring and I’d love to be able to feel like that all the time too.

 

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

Fortress

Silence can feed as easily as it can make you falter
And if you nourish a hope on muteness, the heart is swiftly quietened
Quiet, cold and silent is a life no longer vibrant

Earnestness

When saying what you want without waiting for your words to wane, beware.
You may deem you are wallowing in straightforwardness, but your curly tongue won’t get you anywhere.
One, two, three: now look within.

A find

Fickle and fragile and febrile and foolish
After so many years of self-awareness
Why do innver moves still force the surface out of focus?
Sighing: self-inflicted pain is the only one to let go

Unescapable exploits

Night Street Touch takes a simple repetitive action and makes it the subject of the work. (…) the act of touching whatever is in the viewfinder is repeated making a closed loop between subject and action. The touching of these objects, surfaces and places is simple yet gains a psychological dimension, as if the action cannot be escaped from.

So abysmal and yet so palpable the impression of being unable to escape one’s own exploits and their psychological repercussions. But to touch is to feel, and acting is living through contact.

Even when one does not own up to one’s  actions.