The Art Of Perception

TODAY, I WILL WAKE UP AND DECIDE WHO I WILL BE. I'LL DRESS UP IN IT AND PAINT IT ON MY FACE. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. All original work is tagged MKH

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Deep Breath

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Even when it walks on the tips of it's toes and whispers in the quietest voice the universe is always working for you, filling cracked footsteps and turning down noise. 

[inspiresswag]

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Elusive is ...

a tube ride where the tunnels are never black but a quick, brief explosion of colour. At each stop he is standing at the double doors waiting for them to open. He watches only me as the tube starts the slow beginnings of a journey but I am most surprised at the smile that dances on my face. 

[beginwithabreath]

I should have known that he was fucking his anger into me and passing it off as passion, experimental and consuming passion. With one hand around my throat or tugging on my hair, he was pumping into me past rejections, the sharpened blade of infidelity and the hurt by a mother who could never...

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Hindsight

On that evening, I would have held his had a little tighter, dug my face deeper into his neck and smelt the sweetness of his cologne. I would have told him that I loved him in the colour grey, the way his suit sat on his frame, the low fade of his hair. I would have wore his favourite dress, pulled my hair back at the nape of my neck, taken the nail polish off my nails. 

And I definitely would have looked into his eyes when he told me that he loved me, left the straps of my shoes alone, ignored my phone when it rang. 

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Someone Else's Beginnings

We have been staring at this ceiling for twenty days, fourteen hours and too many minutes. Those words have settled now, lining the roofs of our mouths and the hollow of our ears. And we are here at someone else's beginning; tomorrow was never supposed to find us (here). 

We have arrived with empty hands and full minds, too many questions questioning the questions of our questions, doubt and optimism fighting in the suitcases at our feet. I dare to look at the face that produced those three words but sleep has already found him. 

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this.moment.

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This side of madness.

Babygirls like me don’t get rescued. We gave up that dream with our first steps, when there were only the rough hands of our Mothers to catch us. We exist on the stale air of yesterday, empty of the scent of him but wear optimism on our skin. You read it in our eyes becoming experts in make believe, we can sound the same as you. We walk with our heads down, watching each step, matching the movement to the sounds our shoes make. We sing, in our heads to the rhythm that we hear, counting always counting, marking reality with each second that passes. 

But sometimes, if you watch closely our fingers will reach out to the empty space beside us, hoping he would come. But on this side of madness we know, living in reality that he will never come. He never has. 

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When love wasn't a feeling it was a person and that person was You.

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Some of the finest

[mtstanford]

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From one of the greatest albums of all time. 

[watersofnu-deactivated20161126]

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.

Bell Hooks (via ciciross)

This.

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Loss.

and as this numbest begins to spread, my toes ice cold now and this darkness creeps across the walls of my world announcing the end of another beautiful memory, the name I keep in the centre of my mind isn’t his. it is the name that belongs to me, shining in that darkness, cos she is the one I am afraid of loosing the most. 

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I wish these feelings would stand still long enough for me to cry or shake my head or laugh, with just a little confidence.

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01.01.2013

And I wonder, as this new day gets older, if my name crossed his mind as he kissed her lips. And it isn't impossible to imagine that smile that shone in her eyes, as tears fell from mine. I'm sure there were promises he whispered that tickled her ear, the type I know he will break. 

[jjangs]

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Happy New Year ... 

to the deep thinkers and slow movers, the ones who's sleeves are messy with their heart. To the forever loving and optimistic and the ones who stay awake at night. To the slightly damaged and over cautious to the day dreamers who believe in pink skys. To the quiet storms and dependable lovers, to those who always try ...

 be safe. be brave. be you.