Month: October 2016

Ain’t It Funny?

And this whole thing is like those annoying websites that only allow you five tries on the password. If you still can’t get it right after that few desperate attempts to try to get it right, they lock you out. Or rather, you’ve locked yourself out. Too bad. – I think I live in the past too much. I feed off memories, the good ones, to tide me through the turbulent times. They make me happy. They make me sad. They make me feel I should stop doing this.

Rubbish thoughts, really.

A beautiful accidental-stranger once told me – if you have only known a person for an x-period of time, you should not make future plans that will only happen after x-period of time with this person. It was some kind of mathematical formula he goes by. His logic being if you have only known that person for a short amount of time, you still can’t be too sure if you would still want to be around this person in the near future. And the amount of time you’ve known this person for will be a good gauge. My explanation sucks, please see chart: That is a rubbish theory. How can time even be a unit to measure connection and soul? Hor? – The pursuit of happiness is hard work. What’s worse is when your happiness is pretty much dependent on the people and things around you. We are so not in control of our own happiness, yet those quotes on Pinterest encourages us endlessly to think that we are. They forgot most of us haven’t attained …

I Do Not Love You

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth, lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. – – – This is so beautiful.