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Night moves

Sometimes when the world is overwhelming, I just want to crawl into my corner, wrap myself and my thoughts in my sheets. No energy needs to be expent, I can lay sleepy and safe. But sometimes, that same linen cocoon is capable of injecting powerful illusions into my little psyche. The outside world ceases to exist, but the beings of the world upstairs begin to roam and play. I shudder at the…

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Purgatorial reflections

Nondescript train station, Melbourne. The road is still long My hair is still short I’ve got miles to go But by which compass do I obey Entwined in my mind Are the thoughts of these and the thoughts of those So heavily that the ends I cannot distinguish I drag my weary bones through the day I’m suspended, my fragile wings hung in amber Movement is just an aftertaste “Idiot!” I yell, alone. Only…

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Interaction

Spot the shooting star.

Life is a series of interactions between the physical, the divine, the emotional, the social, the environmental, the mental… two beings come together and occupy the same fleeting glimpse of space and time.

Preceding and subsequent periods may or may not hinge upon a single interaction, yet such periods can account for an interaction itself, and alas, now we observe the…

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Cheese

Sydney, Australia.

Cheese. I’ve always loved cheese. It’s no surprise, therefore, that those cheesy stereotypes of life? Yeah I just want to write all about cheese, as in the convenient literary shortcuts, not the dairy product.

I want to write about how finding myself in the crevices of the shiny ripples makes me want to triumphantly hold a can of soft drink (in lieu of beer)…

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Eye rain.

Sydney.

The rain never scared me.

What is fearful about wet toes and slick hair?

It’s just water;

the same water that you scrub your body under;

that you gulp hastily after a run (probably cleaner than the water you sweat from said run);

you get wetter and colder when you dive into the icy ocean;

your clothes are just as soaked in the laundry.

I guess it’s the…

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Watching the sun rise over the sea for 60 days straight: a reflection.

As it turns out, you can speak your mind; just as the same beach changes colours and currents every day, it is still the one beach.

Clouds cover the sky sometimes; but you know the sun is always shedding its gentle glow.

The sky mirrors the ocean and the ocean mirrors the sky; a blame game is futile, and ensure the ocean is clear.

And all of these nautical teachings are lessons you…

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qvotable

“It is quite unbelievable that there will be people that I will love unconditionally that I have not met yet. Somewhere out there, in a supermarket or singing in the shower, there are souls that have not touched mine yet but will, eventually.”

— J.D.M. // The Skies We’re Under

Hopeful disillusionment

Temporary dwelling.

The light leaves my head like honey oozing out of the bottle

Replaced with the vinegar of your sweet voice

The trinkets that danced in our peripherals during Friday afternoon art classes

Have gained a prepubescent arrogance

They jeer now, feeding on the disillusionment of growing up

2am is no longer late, where are the stars we once reached for?

Our red roses and pink flowers

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pedromgabriel

- Warm Sunday -

by Pedro Gabriel

christianbisexualpoet

“Feel no shame young girl, it is okay to fear sharing your soul. No bank would open its safe for all to see and enter. No museum displays art without security. And you are priceless. No comparison can do you justice. So take your time opening up your heart, showing your mechanisms, stories, and scars. If he is worthy he will wait. He will wade through the time you set patiently. He will pick up the pieces you show one at a time. He will search but never push, learn but never force. And if he is right for you, he will understand. He will accept. He will take his time learning your ins and outs. And he will enjoy every second of it. He will feel your words as if you traced them on his skin; your stories of pain, passion, love, and coincidence. Emotionally and spiritually your fire will light him up as if he spent his entire life in the dark. So please, go slowly. Take your time. Protect yourself this time. It’s perfectly okay to protect the greatness that descended down from the experiences you’ve lived. Until you chose so fully and truly there is no reason to force yourself into vulnerability.”

— christianbisexual

flowerinaflame

soracities

Anne Sexton, ‘The Black Art’

makinginfinity

plain-flavoured-english

Your purpose in life is not to love yourself but to love being yourself.

If you goal is to love yourself, then your focus is directed inward toward yourself, and you end up constantly watching yourself from the outside, disconnected, trying to summon the “correct” feelings towards yourself or fashion yourself into something you can approve of.

If your goal is to love being yourself, then your focus is directed outward towards life, on living and making decisions based on what brings you pleasure and fulfillment.

Be the subject, not the object. It doesn’t matter what you think of yourself. You are experiencing life. Life is not experiencing you.