THE WAY BACK HOME IS ALWAYS SHORTER
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THE WAY BACK HOME IS ALWAYS SHORTER
how r u so smart?
I am not smart, I cannot hold a conversation, I cannot make a joke, I cannot stop ruminating, too preoccupied with destruction, too busy strategising, too obsessed with myself, too obsessed with those who failed me, too proud, too indignant, too afraid, too old, declining already, rotten intentions, lost sight of the original purpose. I am starting to think success is the mark of ultimate corruption, but failure is even worse
On fire. Stop-motion train film by Henry Charles Fleischer. 1950.
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2015
No saviors
No hope
Ill thoughts descend on my dome
All reap the fate that they’ve earned
Scorch earth til nothing’s left to burn
Carving names into 5.56 rounds
As heaven calls, but God’s nowhere to be found
(Another hopeless prayer)
This life’s a dead end road
What’s left to live for?
Suffering for lengths unknown
(Another hopeless prayer)
Awaiting judgement day
What’s left to live for?
Damnation from birth to the grave
All hell will unfold
Feel the cold winds rip through your bones
This world grants no respite
Til you find a quiet place to die
And still there’s no reprieve
In the shadow of reprisal
Another hopeless prayer falls upon deaf ears
Redemption never comes
As you live out your fears
(Another hopeless prayer)
This life’s a dead end road
What’s left to live for?
Suffering for lengths unknown
(Another hopeless prayer)
Awaiting judgement day
What’s left to live for?
Damnation from birth to the grave
No reprieve
When someone you love offers a bid for connection, you say yes every time. When someone sends you an article, a video, a funny post, it’s a bid for connection. They are trying to connect with you. When someone shares details about their day, their life, their thoughts, or their feelings with you, that is a bid for connection. They want to connect with you on a deeper level. They are trying to pull you into their world. If you love them, you say yes every time. Yes, even if the article they send is not particularly interesting to you. Yes, even if it means listening to them ramble about a game you don’t care about and think is stupid. Yes yes yes. And let’s hope they always say yes to your bids, too.
x / raymond carver
Méx captured on some old Kodak ultramax 400
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