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Fevers & colds & shakes & shivers end creativity but begin days in bed under blankets.
I feel it leaving.
Tomorrow, I say again and again.
I'm absolutely unable to describe what I feel right now and what I've been feeling for the past day or so.
I rarely get to reflect.
Now I am, and its so multidimensional and amazing.
That's the only way I can describe what's going on. Amazing, yet so many other things.
Its crazy.
I had reliable wings. I've always wanted them. When I was a little girl I envied the birds, butterflies, and the pegasus my little ponies.
Now, I wait for the next day filled with endless security lines, meals out of disposable containers, and rolling bags up and down cues and in and out of others.
New places, new heights, new adventure, newnewnew.
That's what I wish for.
all i'm asking
is peace within my soul through art & noise. those are two extremely broad terms. i'm lacking both.
in other words
i don't care about odysseus, leopold, or the four causes.
the spirit of
the world should be more readily available, but its hidden by materialmaterialmaterial.
lies.
even this.
its the great truth?
Sometimes I let one feeling, impulse, emotion, idea, whatever, overtake all. Other feelings, impulses, emotions, or ideas are dismissed.
Its usually not for long, but I've realized that while feeling something strong is nice, that moment when all the other little or large feelings & such flood back into my mind is much more amazing.
Still strongly feeling that one, but well aware of others and able to gauge and balance them as well.
Its nice to see things connect,
And to see how irrational and unreasonable I can be.
(a slab of grey
piercing out into the sea
obscuring an expanse of blue
&hiding the light specks of life
which are scattered amongst
a shrinking, sandy shore.)
A quality which can't be named
Which ceases to exist &
Continues to be
Only when ignored & denied then
Accepted & revived
Outside of repression
Within the depths of
Possibility & realization.
(free from concrete constraints
&steel limits to the sky . . .)
A tower looming -
Steel and glass and lights
Poking into the sky,
Redefining heights,
Replacing trees,
Filling a void
Of blue, white,
Red, orange, pink,
Black, and winking silver.
Nature is no more
A nuisance.
A car zooming -
Over a river
Through a place
Where a tree used to be.
On concrete poured
Over grass,
To a garden of
Steel flowers
Surrounded by metal bees.
Nature is no longer
The same nature
Which is a nuisance
No more.
I'm highly capable of all the things I've successfully convinced myself I am uncapable of.
Sometimes its proven accidently,
Or I decide to just live.
I'm capable of doing that too.
I'm capable of not doubting my mind, or fearing my emotions.
(Freudian slip? I typed "hing" after not originally)
I naturally don't, but unnaturally and after too much skewed thought and doubtful deliberation, I do.
(irrrrrationalfears)
Union station.
Beautiful architecture ruined by an ad for a horrible school. =(
The world is ending Or
So said the grass to the flowers.
When the bees come to visit
The flowers spread the word in their pollen
Which floats through the fields
Onto stalks, stems, and seas.
Waves carry away the whispers
Through the algae, fish, and onto
Distant shores.
Sand awaits and fills with murmurs
Which seep into crabs, shells,
And toes of unsuspecting mammals
Kicking the news onto
Blankets, shoes, and papers
Which fail to carry the news
Any further than
Or
Any larger than
Specks of sand stuck to a blanket,
Spinning in a shoe, or
Speckling a paper filled with more concrete of news.
more like a story.
It really needs work.
Classes start tomorrow/today.
9am.
