( paris last week, or the week before )
I.
There's something magical about stopping, standing still, for a minute and realising how close you've come to the clouds. Be the kind of person you'd love to meet,
and today I could be quiet when I felt timide and parleyed in whatever
language, when something of quasi-importance came to my tête. I throw
myself in and out of my comfort zone, I float inside and outside of my
head so I can hyperanalyse my environment and see myself from a wooden
stool in the corner of the room. From the corner of the room I see une
fille scribbling (non)secrets in a notebook balanced on her lap. From
afar you can see her spinal column is uneasy but her fingers are calm,
dancing across the page and along the tabletop. I think excitement is
one of the best emotions in the world, it is one of the strongest
catalysts (or predecessors) for happiness and oh boy! I'm excited for so
many things to come. If you can see the future through rose-coloured
glasses, I think you're doing something right.
Looking forward to things re-ignites your inner child, and some things haven't and won't ever change. School excursions are now comparable to plane trips or train rides to a place of your choice - a land far far away - and walking home from school knowing you're having your favourite thing for dinner is comparable to landing in the airport of a familiar place and seeing everything is exactly where you left it. Ice-cream and staying up past midnight should never lose its novelty. Growing up can be everything you love, amplified.
Looking forward to things re-ignites your inner child, and some things haven't and won't ever change. School excursions are now comparable to plane trips or train rides to a place of your choice - a land far far away - and walking home from school knowing you're having your favourite thing for dinner is comparable to landing in the airport of a familiar place and seeing everything is exactly where you left it. Ice-cream and staying up past midnight should never lose its novelty. Growing up can be everything you love, amplified.
( pardon my h y p e r v e r b o s i t y !)
II.
( crumbles & bean in antwerp with my vlinderfille )
III.
Kiss people on the cheek twice, before they say a word. Hold their heads
in your hands and smile as enorme as you possibly can. Legs against
legs, arms against arms, heart to heart, tangled bodies sharing secrets
in silence. I liked that my moonchild didn't understand what I meant
about kissing your comfort zone goodbye, because it meant I had to
explain it properly and remember what it is that I try and squeeze out
of every day. Say the first thing that comes to your head because you
find it hard to love a mystery. Enigmatic is so yesteryear, be coy and
coltish and coruscating.
( la chambre of a cygne )
( indescribable affection, at the blaarmeesen yesterday )
IV.
There is a small but significant difference between a nice person and a good person. I might be the latter, who hides her dark musings in her hair and tries to execute the right action always - baffled by who can't muster up the moral to do the same. I assume every one alone on the train is just en route to their lover, a fresh-faced beauty with damp hair and pretty threads. But I am contained, hard and floral and garçon-ish, I hate it now.
You still flicker through my mind every day but I don't think of you fondly. Rather I hope what I'm doing is more magnificent and while I know is is, comparing and contesting kills the magic. So I'm trying to stop thinking of you because I am a good person.
You still flicker through my mind every day but I don't think of you fondly. Rather I hope what I'm doing is more magnificent and while I know is is, comparing and contesting kills the magic. So I'm trying to stop thinking of you because I am a good person.
( my new favourite playspace, somewhere my bicycle took me )
x
