Tag: art
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[159] The Return of The Symphony
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To let the music write a story in your mind is an experience like no other. The language of music ranges from producing emotions such as anger, love, hopelessness and sometimes all of these in one go. My mind was writing a story tuned to Mozart’s Piano Sonata No.16 Andante. A story of a slow…
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[157] Information Overload
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My attention wavers when I hold you You give me excitement in the form of acceptance I give you my attention as a form of currency Then I crib about how little of it is left in me to concentrate on this other life where it feels difficult to get into the zone to really…
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[156] Unlearning From My Mistakes
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Begin. Aimlessness. It’s a feeling we all feel at some point in our life, for some it is most of the time. It can range from being aimless about our career choices, our spirituality, about what to eat when you’re sitting in a restaurant with the waiter holding the pen and also his attention towards…
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[153] Resisting Your Healing
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Let me call you by the sound of my guitar Let me invite you to my burnt home We dance here in a burning room We try here to live afar all it is It’s just my mind Let me call you mine but for a while Let me invite you to my mind We…
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[151] Keep Me Where The Light Is
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I still remember your gestures in my dream The way your self-consciousness makes you more elegant than hideous, like you think The way your eyes held the calm of the mountains and somehow I knew the reason was me That was when fear gripped me for pain knows me way too well as it circles…
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[150] A Strange Look of Knowing
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I let strangers remain strangers Our conversation limited only by our eyes For a second they hold the future but only to break away as we see somewhere else How many potential losses sacrificed How many potential lovers avoided How many stories remained uncovered How many conversations silenced We return to our groups Some bored…
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[149] The Future Waits For None
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As I sit here, a realisation dawns on me. The world nods in confirmation of my fear that it doesn’t really require me as it runs without me unabashedly. This doesn’t come as a surprise at all but it comes like that strong gust of wind that uproots even the most rooted grass from the…
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[148] Solo Travelling
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A snow-capped summit that evades you. You are filled with fear of the distance, of the journey that is unknown. Sounds that you’ve never heard conjure and hijack your senses packing your ambitions behind fear. One day you wake up remembering why you dreamt at all. The morning motivation coupled with no external stimuli of…
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[147] Falling Stars
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Yesterday feels like tomorrow when you’re stuck in a routine Sleeping feels like waking and dreaming feels like living Your life is muddled up in a series of activities meant to soothe you into a slumber of having no sensations finally They say love helps you find your home or the idea of it because you still…
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[146] To Better Beginnings
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I remember carrying the disappointment of today to tomorrow with the added baggage of guilt of not doing something about it yesterday To all my coping of adding humour to my demons or to all the mechanics of my defences that lay all your faults ahead of mine I am disappointed Sometimes I think about…
Smoke words every day. 