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Freedom
My freedom thus consists in my moving about within the narrow frame that I have assigned to myself for each one of my undertakings. I shall go even further: My freedom will be so much the greater and more meaningful the more narrowly I limit my field of action and the more I surround myself with obstacles. Whatever diminishes constraint diminishes ( Read more... ) -
Frazzled Mind
Back and forth.
Tug of war.
Push and pull.
Manic.
Mania.
Dementia.
There's a bug in my ear.
There's a thing about something.
And soon to be down in the mouth.
I need to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed again.
To be hale and hearty.
I make no bones about this.
I am indebted to science
But I try to have a stiff upper lip.
I try.
Enervated.
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I'd keep to myself. I used to be good at this.
My health is faltering.
I haven't seen the outside for 2 days.
I need something to keep me afloat.
This would have been easier years ago.
When the easiest form of escape is always at hand.
I'm lost.
I wake up and I don't know where I am.
And I grow weaker by the day.
This is a story of something.
Something.
The darkness rapidly seeps through my skin.
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Milk. I need you.
I wonder how them flowers smell?
I wonder.
I wonder how the grass feels on my palm.
I wonder.
I can't remember.
I want to remember.
I've memorised the sound of my stomach growling today.
I can hear it now.
But I don't know how to get up from this position. Hmmm.
Lifeless.
Maybe.
Or.
Maybe resting.
I don't know.
I still have a pulse.
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Camera 1, Camera 2
Nagbibilang ng kunwaring sheep na tumatalon-talon sa ibabaw ng uluhan
Di naman sinasadyang mapuyat na naman
Kay aga na nga humiga sa gabing malamig
Ngunit, datapwat, subalit mga mata'y dilat pa din
Grrrr.
Sabi ng ako.
Pitik. Bulag.
Pikit. Bulaga!
Lala lalaa la laaaaaa
Nuninuni nuuuuuuu
Pipikit. Didilat.
Pipikat. Mumulat.
Hgnghhhhh
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Almost a poem, but not quite. Bits and pieces. Bits and pieces.
As I lay still on my bed in silence
I say a poem of love in my head
It is quite the most wonderful gift to man
Love, that is.
I am happy.
To love. And be loved.
I am.
Happy.
In stillness, I shake.
The intensity.
In my heart.
'Tis beautiful.
Peace.
I feel peace inside of me.
I can hear my heartbeat.
I can feel my heartbeat.
The heart never lies.
'Tis beautiful.
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I danced in the rain on my way home and for a moment I was free.
“Do you smell it? It’s the smell of bastards. It’s also the smell of truth. I smell ink.” -Paul Kemp from The Rum Diary by Hunter Thompson ( Read more... ) -
Chaos- - the only motivation to stay still
People chattering, buses and cars honking, clanking of random metal stuff, children playing, thump that, bragum this, boom here, toink there... Chaos everywhere.
A second of silence is sometimes a luxury.
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I have completely surrendered to the God of gods. Ever before.
And I will not change my mind about this.
Thy will be done, my Lord.
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Tick-tock
Time is the realisation of eternity.
And when it signifies wisdom that sums up the immeasurable experiences from the past, then it becomes one's legacy.
I believe in perfect timing. I do.
I believe that it is a manifestation of God.
Its sincere reason for happening to each and every one of us at a specific place is planned. Timing. Perfection. ( Read more... )