they make me feel like dropping everything and becoming an aesthetic monk, or something equally secluded and visual and pleasing. like painting, perhaps, or making stamps out of sponges and then decorating my room. god, maybe that's just because all i planned on doing today is art and i'm just in the mood to create something now.
'I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and as you enter it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.' margaret atwood
no worries. i'll be sure to check a few entries back, and i'll just be anxiously waiting for some good stuff. and if nothing comes, i'll just have to push you. =)
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which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.'
margaret atwood
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did you take those?
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boy. haha.
sure, i'll add you.
but i haven't written anything powerful or beautiful or inspiring in a very, very long time. just, fyi.
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