[24 Nov 2007|05:54pm] [ mood | follow the white rabbit ] symbolism 2 ; post comment

[29 Oct 2007|09:16am] [ mood | toverwoorden ] wintertijd. alles gaat zo traag maar binnenkort zit ik in die vertraging en lig ik er languit van te genieten. grijze wolken met een gouden gloed. neem mij mee. recommend me a book! or, books 27 ; post comment

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[14 Oct 2007|11:18pm] [ mood | orb huntah ] its funny how the trees with their millions of leaves wipe out all my worries. its like inside my house, inside the walls, all my thoughts get caught and get stuck and it all piles up and becomes thick air and clouds my dreams. but outside, with the sky as a sort of roof but not really because we know theres more behind it, thoughts are more like songs. they stay a while then the rhythm changes and its all influenced by what i see. how the light plays tricks with shadows and colors. how everything is alive. and it evokes silence. and creates space for connection, for love, for life. for this. ( spiritspiritspiritspirit... ) 8 ; post comment

[11 Oct 2007|08:03pm] [ mood | icarus ] fate. resonance. words that bring me here. to the most beautiful of days, in full color and softness and everything in the right place in the right time. then i end up in a horrible nightmare at night. where i get ignored and rejected and eventually get myself so fucked up i want to die. love love love. i really dont know what to say about this subject anymore. ive watched it from afar, ive been inside its core, ive done everything i could and got everything i wanted, including its infinity, including its loss, and so on. things seem to point at self acceptance now. this who i really am, and where i am heading to. the sun. that would make for an easy answer, but not very realistic as i can feel winter slowly crawling into my world. and i let it, smiling. perhaps like a fool, i surrender and give up everything. acknowledge all i do not know. all i thought i did but never really could. and i go beyond the child in me, back to the playground, to the swing, back before it turned into a rotten thing because i fell off of it. back to the first time it made me fly almost as high as the treetops. and back beyond that, before i knew how to. when i did not know how to. and anything was still a mystery. but i did not see it as such. and i did not have to do anything. because i did not know how to. or why. anyway! i know myself. it is good to dream. and its good to live. and when its not, then there are other things. like nothing. like this. 8 ; post comment

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