Continuity broken. Awakened to the sound of... nothing. Where are the wheels that spin, the soft hush of warm air, the glow that lights the corners of my sight? I reactivated the machine. Reconnect ( Read more... )

All that holds me here are the fears I let root me to this place. Soon I must leave. But it's hard to get things done when I'm crying all the time.

What is the point of purpose without a plan?

Or the sense in jumping down a rabbit hole? I am quite sure that no sense is required at all.

Today I was a gravedigger ( Read more... )

How can you write a song to the gods, and say it is "just music"?

When I am at your feet with tears in my eyes?

I am the last ghost in a haunted house.

It's a bad day for my ego, or a good day for my soul. Either way, I win, or lose...

M-theory strings have dimension and vibration. They harmonise and intersect and greater structures arise. All matter and energy result from the song of strings.

Maths may be the language of god, but music is the sound of her voice.

Stars explode and worlds turn to dust ( Read more... )

Last one at the party, last one after everyone is gone. It's just me and the empty bottles, the little piles of ash, the quiet echoes of conversation. A short walk back to the warmth of my heart, or an impossible journey to a place where I am more. Equilibrium is so easy. But balance never changes. Once found, it becomes fixed. To add a feather is ( Read more... )

I'm in love with myself. And that's great, I get to spend most of my time and attention on the person I most want to give it to, and I do so many wonderful things together with myself. It doesn't mean I'm selfish; I have plenty of love for other people and all the other things. It just means, when it comes to my sense of validation, of worth, of my ( Read more... )