Chéré Lua,
In another moment, it seems, you can fall or fly How does physics come to play in the midst of the (e)motions of every day? To control that - and one's ego - would be such an admirable thing. I wonder, though, if it's nature or nurture or practice or patience. I used to believe that it would fall (or fly) into place with time and the wisdom that I thought accompanied age and maturity. Though lately I'm doubting whether the two are interrelated at all.
Perhaps. But I think self-control and the desire and intention to control one's whims and ego is necessary but at the same time, it's only half of the story. Maybe I just don't want it enough. But oh, if only you knew how badly I want to be a good person, one of the best. Then, isn't that ego aussi? How very fine is the line between self-improvement and self-importance?
Tell me a story about gravity and extremity and sincerity and every other kind of -tea. Does bravery last forever? Why are some things easier to articulate than others? And why, when you are actually able to string together a sentence that could say how it seems, that it's often said so silently that the notion could've been your imagination.
What happens when you jump off a freight train of thought? Do you die for a moment before you're reincarnated? An upgrade, a newer model, the best version of yourself you've ever seen. Sometimes I want to stop-the-world, sometimes I want to get off . . . ( but not forever, only for a minute while I try to put this puzzle together, while I try to make it fit, while I try to make sense of the scatter and sadness and lack of certainty, while listening to Retrograde on repeat. ) - "be the girl you love(d) / ignore everybody else / show me where you fit".
kisses, A.
In another moment, it seems, you can fall or fly How does physics come to play in the midst of the (e)motions of every day? To control that - and one's ego - would be such an admirable thing. I wonder, though, if it's nature or nurture or practice or patience. I used to believe that it would fall (or fly) into place with time and the wisdom that I thought accompanied age and maturity. Though lately I'm doubting whether the two are interrelated at all.
Perhaps. But I think self-control and the desire and intention to control one's whims and ego is necessary but at the same time, it's only half of the story. Maybe I just don't want it enough. But oh, if only you knew how badly I want to be a good person, one of the best. Then, isn't that ego aussi? How very fine is the line between self-improvement and self-importance?
Tell me a story about gravity and extremity and sincerity and every other kind of -tea. Does bravery last forever? Why are some things easier to articulate than others? And why, when you are actually able to string together a sentence that could say how it seems, that it's often said so silently that the notion could've been your imagination.
( above image by Emma )
What happens when you jump off a freight train of thought? Do you die for a moment before you're reincarnated? An upgrade, a newer model, the best version of yourself you've ever seen. Sometimes I want to stop-the-world, sometimes I want to get off . . . ( but not forever, only for a minute while I try to put this puzzle together, while I try to make it fit, while I try to make sense of the scatter and sadness and lack of certainty, while listening to Retrograde on repeat. ) - "be the girl you love(d) / ignore everybody else / show me where you fit".
kisses, A.
