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I’m sorry I cannot say I love you when you say you love me. The words, like moist fingers, appear before me full of promise but then run away to a narrow black room that is always dark, where they are silent, elegant, like antique gold, devouring the thing I feel. I want the force of attraction to crush the force of repulsion and my inner and outer worlds to pierce one another, like a horse whipped by a man. I don’t want words to sever me from reality. I don’t want to need them. I want nothing to reveal feeling but feeling—as in freedom, or the knowledge of peace in a realm beyond, or the sound of water poured into a bowl.

“Gravity and Center”, Pulitzer prize winning poet Henri Cole (via alighthouseofwords)

atha-sutra

As soon as I am doing nothing, I am not able to do anything, existing quietly behind lock and key, like a cobweb’s mesh. It’s four a.m. The voices of birds do not multiply into a force. The sun does not engross from the east. A small fly ponders the fingers on my right hand like fat worms. Somewhere, in an empty room, a phone rings. On the street, a bare tree shadows a brownstone. (Be precise about objects, but reticent about feelings, the master urged.) I need everything within to be livelier. Infatuation, sadism, lust:

I remember them, but memory of feeling is not feeling, a parasite is not the meat it lived on.

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obrilicious-blog

Can't wait to see my sister in these costumes for her glam pictorial 😍

Friendly Competition

Why do you have to beat me? This is not some tournament, This is friendship.

Prosaic D

A humdrum existence Whilst the city uproars A somber atmosphere Over a supposedly convivial mood. Not just today. Not just over a number of yesterdays. But tomorrow and the day after next. I can't wait to live in the future.

Under Construction

I made this account for the soul purpose of my French 10 portfolio which my professor didn't even take a peek. I'll be reinventing this page and make it a public diary of my extrovert-introvert emotional fartwit self.