#florens.txt

[coffeebloom]

[coffeebloom]

there are many kinds of silence. they are a language, they communicate as words do.

there's the awkward one, the one which makes blood run to your cheeks, that makes you speechless and panicked.

there's the heavy kind. the one that sits like lead on your heart, that stabs you slowly like ice.

there's the comfortable one, the one you don't wish to break. you can hear thoughts, you can see the world together, with no rush.

there's the warm one. it is similiar to the previous one, but it feels like a different, more intense kind of light. you feel beauty growing like a plant in the sun.

there are many kinds of silence. sometimes words are superfluous.

[coffeebloom]

which niche topic are you passionate about?

[coffeebloom]

the imaginary future looks like an accelerated past.

the projection of the future done in the past shapes the way the future is thought about in the present, but that's fair since the future is an extended present thought as a separate entity from the present itself; 

we categorize time in before-now-after but that's based on our point of view, and that's due to the belief in the intrisinc value of the now> that's where we Make Decisions;

 and since decisions are the way the self finally gives itself margins and the way through which it define itself, how we think about identity and how we think about time might be intimately linked 

[coffeebloom]

"please could you be tender" "i'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife" "to love, it's such a wonderful thing to love"

oh faes we're really in it now

[coffeebloom]

breathe! the last piece of an old ticking clock clicked together. a small sapling on an old tree. the last brush stroke of an oil painting. a perfect straight line drawn without a ruler. in space there's no north nor south. the colours of the clouds through a sunrise.

[coffeebloom]

sometimes you just gotta Ponder and Eat a piece of fruit like it's the last remaining shard of vitamin on a ship and you're on a long sea journey with no land in sight and that's that

[coffeebloom]

something warm, coming from nowhere, always manages to pierce the stone.