“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”― John Banville, The Sea FleetingStunningly strongThis random memoryRed basket of toysSuffocating LingeringComfort cradleMemories of playtimeRed basket of toysHeartwarming Every now and then, I come across something – a word, an object or simply an emotion and I’m pulled into a memory I didn’t know I had. Stepping into […]
“It’s amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.”― John Guare, Landscape of the Body draped in gold,dripping dreams,exciting, enticing and enthralling –a vision of timely beauty is life tomorrow. a cradle of delightful mistakeslearning, growing and finally seeingterrified and horrified but stunnedat the humanity of it all. for the world […]
“I overthink.
I overfeel.
I overlive.
I overdie.”
― Filipe Russo, Caro Jovem Adulto
The dark that doesn’t speak. The dark that doesn’t let starlight shimmer off it. The dark that drenches you in its ignorant sheen.
That’s one thing about cities. It strips us of our choice and forces us to witness life not as we want it to be but from other people’s stories. It makes us watch and experience and be a part of something much bigger than ourselves – something that’s too random to ever occur again. There are far too many stories on the streets and so little time but this beauty can be tackled all the same – one bus ride at a time.
They say the beauty of all things good lies in their mortality, but some things like the starry city or the citizens of the night will always live on, the kind of memory that lingers on after decades, and when the going gets tough, I think this is the memory we’ll all visit – the time we soared the edges of reality with the kindest group of strangers ever.
A shadow is all that remains – of the glory days,
Where words stayed true to themselves.
While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a single stalk of plumegrass wilts.
Brilliant skyscrapers,
Mosaic paths sway to songs
Of crushed bricks and rocks,
This gleaming concrete jungle –
Spews blinding diversity.
“After all, if you do not resist the apparently inevitable, you will never know how inevitable the inevitable was.”
Random Specific Thoughts 