We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Yep, there are things I sure miss.
"Hey, you," said I, as I wave to you in dreams that vanish in the morning, snippets of which hover in the air as I make my morning coffee.
Anyhoo...
Trying to a write a poem with se[x]nsual undertones. Progress report: Not very successful.
This may not see the light of day or am I the only one who thinks writing/revising a piece can take forever? This rediscovery is (still) scaring me but reining it in. And trying my hardest to catch up. Or keep up?
Of course there are the questions: Must everything always be tested by time? Must things always take time? Time to heal, to evolve, to make sense of? Time -- that which I do not have -- is slipping away like a missed train I want to be very much on.
Obviously, patience is not a strong suit. Also, a penchant for stating the obvious. Minus 5.
Starting to get sick of the voices inside my head. Three words: Not good enough.
But, trying to make a conscious effort to see the glass half full. As in 'seeing' -- really -- and not merely 'looking'. To inject some sense of "Yes, I understand." Which means getting over Things Not Going As Hoped, Things Not Happening, and Being Too Hard On Self.
Fighting off this anchorage. Let go -- it's ok -- let go.
Fight.
This may not see the light of day or am I the only one who thinks writing/revising a piece can take forever? This rediscovery is (still) scaring me but reining it in. And trying my hardest to catch up. Or keep up?
Of course there are the questions: Must everything always be tested by time? Must things always take time? Time to heal, to evolve, to make sense of? Time -- that which I do not have -- is slipping away like a missed train I want to be very much on.
Obviously, patience is not a strong suit. Also, a penchant for stating the obvious. Minus 5.
Starting to get sick of the voices inside my head. Three words: Not good enough.
I have been feeling better --- and worst. One more so than
the other; guess which.
But, trying to make a conscious effort to see the glass half full. As in 'seeing' -- really -- and not merely 'looking'. To inject some sense of "Yes, I understand." Which means getting over Things Not Going As Hoped, Things Not Happening, and Being Too Hard On Self.
Fighting off this anchorage. Let go -- it's ok -- let go.
Fight.
For now, a poem by e.e. cummings -- because words are elusive sometimes, like butterflies.
Lady, I will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch until you give
me suddenly a smile shyly obscene.
Lady, I will touch you with my mind.
Touch you, that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care
the poem which I do not write.
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