Tag Archives: sadness

The heart of the tree and its soul

If you see the heart of the tree, you can see its soul. Right now, I feel like a liquified drop of coldness, so lost in nothing In being nothing in knowing I am nothing, to the ones I love, … Continue reading

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define good

I guess a cultural expectation that surprised me was that be alone is somehow strange. People are complicated. That should have been obvious given how many times its said to us over the years. Except I never really understood, due … Continue reading

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she didn’t

that awful sadness when you realize that the thing you couldn’t understand about her was that you had good parents and she didn’t and that was your right, but it was your privilege too. “Why was she so accepting of … Continue reading

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Orange Mountains

Every hot wind carrying ancient dust that blows in our faces hears us out as we swear that we won’t be like the others, we won’t be like the rest. Our hearts rise and fall in waves in ebbs and … Continue reading

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freedom

People try to own freedom, claiming that it’s a part of this culture or that belief or some other thing like that. But freedom is eternal, and intrinsic, and the longing to be free existed long before any modern country … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Afternoon

22nd March, 2010 Get out. Get out ! No. NO. Now. Don’t be seen. Don’t let them see you. ESCAPE. TO FREEDOM. now. NOW. NOWWWW!! Enough is enough. Don’t let them control you. Don’t let them find you.RUN. RUN. don’t … Continue reading

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Swing from the sky

The Lady in Blue&Yellow spoke: “Who cares if swingin’ may mean something somewhere, rakish or jaunty or uncanny or wonky! I’m swingin’, swingin’, SWINGIN’ from the sky! on my swing made of cobwebs and a wooden board torn off the … Continue reading

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