Hey now Hey now, don't dream its over... Hey now hey now... when the world comes in... i have cleaned up the room. that is the office room. and its pretty zen. after all these cleaning sessions i am still not done. there is still another hour to be spent in here. but. i am closer than ever to finishing once and for all. it feels pretty fabulous. throwing shit out. should have done that ages ago, before i moved. but my shit gave me security that i craved. or a certain security that i imagined. now i have something much nicer instead: freedom. peace of mind. simplicity and zen. its fucking great. my house, my room, my world is not full of shit anymore. and with every useless item i bin my life gets a little better. it is truly magical and i recommend anyone to do it. now: if i am to inspire my flatmates? to do the same? then i would have to achieve something great with this effort. wether this is gonna happen remains unknown. but one thing is sure and is manifesting itself already: i am more peaceful. my life feels more abundant. and i feel better about myself. i go formore runs, more meditation sessions. getting ready for work has become a fun ritual: i know exactly where all the things i need are. and it takes me only a few seconds to locate them. its fascinating
I need a solid answer from you. You know, like a list or something. A list of reasons why you don't want to be with me. A list of reasons why you think we're not made for each other. A list of reasons why you think it'll be a waste of time for us to go on dinner dates.
Give me a freaking list, woman. And end this silence once and for all. It's killing me. It's like I'm half way through a story and the rest of the pages have been torn away. I still know the ending, though - the last page is still there, intact in front of my eyes. I read it and I know we're not going to die in each others' arms as I would want it to happen. I know it.
I just want to hear you say it. I just want to know why. I want to know what you think about this whole mess. Or if you think about it at all.
So yeah, give me a list.
I remember afternoons on the cliffs, taking long drags off cigarettes, whispering into the wind as it whipped our hair across our cheeks. I remember these small, tragically beautiful moments, our desperate attempts at romanticizing our own sadness. How else could we have passed the time and still survived? We were a snapshot in time, stuck in our sadness in the past. We've grown since then to be so much more than that, but there's something strangely special about those moments. Something about it that's burned into my memory, the smell of smoke mixing with the salty sea air. Kelp rotting away on the shore below us, like a sick metaphor for what we were doing to ourselves. The wet tips of my canvas shoes from carelessly stepping through puddles, and the familiar feeling of cold feet.
Hoje à noite a Terra deve girar. Hoje à noite as estrelas hão de cintilar, em seu brilho longínquo. Hoje à noite, quem sabe, a Lua faça uma visita, se preparando para o grande evento do próximo domingo. Neste dia, para algumas formas conscientes de sua existência, ela entrará na frente de um deus perpétuo para eles. A Lua se colocará entre a casa dessas formas e sua fonte inesgotável de energia, de vida...
Mas, hoje à noite, quem sabe, a Lua faça uma visita, mas sem nem olhar para essas formas. Ela estará Nova, olhando para o grande deus brilhante e explosivo, inalcançável.
I feel myself falling in love with you. Melting into a sweet familiarity. You're the only person that I've ever been able to talk to this way. The only one I could ever talk to for five hours at a time multiple nights out of the week and not run out of things to say. You've told me your stories, with a kind of timidness in your voice I wouldn't have expected. You let the details slip out as you add polite disclaimers, hoping I won't think any less of you for your mistakes. I find myself falling further especially in those moments that make you fear a sudden halt. I find myself dreaming of your arms wrapped around me, and remembering the way my face feels pressed into your neck. I catch myself missing you at all hours of the day. And that's how I know that I love you.