I am so greedy with my time, so selfish. I am languishing in a hammock enjoying a beer and a book, looking to the blue sky thinking that I have had a perfect day. To realise that I have spent it all on my own, my way. Yes, I have interacted with others but most of it impromptu and all of it on my terms. And I wonder if I have always been this insular and only now have the opportunity to truly enjoy it. I worry that I have been spoiled with too much time alone and that I may have difficulty should I have to share again. But I love it, I love it so much. And it takes me back to Argentina and the peculiar notion that I felt the urge to have a “me day” at the end of a three week solo holiday - could you be more self-indulgent? This is okay, right?
Just a girl in the world, making life up as I go. The more I learn, the less I know and I like it that way.
Sunday, 7 January 2018
Monday, 1 January 2018
Lavar
When I need to reset, I take myself back to the moment I was getting absolutely drenched under IguazĂș Falls. Cataratas so furious and beautiful and humbling. The ultimate shower.
Tuesday, 7 March 2017
Shards
Maybe we take things personally because we wish we could assume responsibility, gain some control. As if then, perhaps we could fix everything.
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
Huxi
Always allow another's joy to overflow. Itch as it may, make no attempts to stem it, no matter how compelled you might be to shake free of its exuberance. Such fun and laughter are infectious for good reason, after all. Let's instead turn inward and ask: Why does this light shine too brightly for you?
Saturday, 24 December 2016
Cells
I am learning to fill the spaces with nothing at all. Words better left unsaid eventually lose their meaning; time is your friend.
Thursday, 15 December 2016
Science Fiction
This song turns my psyche inside out and leaves me so unsure but more certain all at once. I guess if (when) I ever finish Infinite Jest, my next read will be Frank Herbert's Dune.
I am such a shameless Grimes fangirl but whatever...
Journey
I am such a shameless Grimes fangirl but whatever...
Journey
Monday, 28 November 2016
Cribellate
A sharp glint of memory leaves a metallic taste of rot in my mouth. Too unsavoury to speak of in all but the most candid of confessionals. Every so often I remember that this happened, happened to me. I know it's not my fault and yet it's a shame that I will never shake. I can't. I am still a little girl inside, maybe I stopped growing the day my innocence was taken away.
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