I don’t think I’ll ever finish this song - guitar sent from uncle matte years ago
I guess working friday nights has always been ideal
it’s a tough place to be, i don’t feel like i am really friends with anyone at this point, but i also don’t know why i am so skeptical
I have never really been a good friend. I never show up for some reason.
Then I tell myself I don’t want to be friends with them anyways and then in the end I think I will really be alone.
It feels too complicated. And it is too good to be able to choose what you really want to do.
I already saw friends today while working, I don’t think I need to be friends with people in finance. Perhaps I don’t need to be so adaptable,
Nevermind.
It’s really ok to have preferences, you don’t need to be afraid.
A mirror to see the back of my head
The reflections in the water were so blinding I turned over and floated with my eyes closed facing the sun.
It held my face in its hands - warmth you know you will miss in the winter.
There is not much to hear underwater, and not much to say this deep in the middle of nowhere.
The vibrations slowly lower and become a deep hum for sleep.
I float along
The current’s gentleness I think I will always miss.
I wish the sun had hands to hold onto, its warmth just something you will have to remember
In this lifetime there's been a lot of love I've had to let go of
As if in my past life I tried to control too much
Perhaps that's why i was ocd as a child
And now I have wildly grown out of that
Maybe that's how the cycle works
I have been taught how to let go
And every chance in this life is a second one
And now Ive had the thought of what will I lose next? And if it is time to try to prevent
Perhaps it is time to grow again
But I need to lose everything first
I really understood the weight of your bones
and the warmth under your skin
momentarily
I was talking about nabi but was reminded of you
a softness that only grows from your skin
feeling and understanding
You have to really like your life and yourself in order to have good healthy friendships
And it doesn't mean your life has to be perfect
Something is always going to be wrong
It is more productive working through things with positivity vs criticism
It takes time repetition frequency and stability to work with clay
You can’t just manipulate it to do what you want
You have to work with its current condition which you have to feel and sense and it will always have its ways of doing things and if you do not understand it, it will collapse
Hopefully i will create a beautiful life
I have just lost my understanding of it and have been letting other things and people take over
This will take the joy out of it
But if you really understand something it will be easy
And then perhaps you can find joy in teaching
And then maybe you can keep exploring and learning without fear
This curiosity takes breaking down your understanding because you need humility in order to learn
It is just important to not let this break you down
You can’t let humility be your whole personality
When you were young, didn’t you always want to sing about heartbreak? Curious about what it feels like to be so crushed. What else did you dream about, what is next? Perhaps this is what life is about, don’t be crushed
Growing up, I have never thought to ask for anything from a man.
I should have asked my dad to get a job like my mom wanted me to
bing bong
It’s hard to block the image and feeling of your eyes surging into mine
an entire world behind them
that I was afraid to enter at times
but I think in most moments
I could see through you
past that world you were so grounded in
But I don’t know if you knew where I was
and maybe I should have tried to tell you
but I’m not sure if you wanted to find me
because with other people that is where we meet
I wonder if you knew who you were
I wonder if you accepted it
I didn’t think to ask these questions and I’m unsure why they didn’t come up
I still can’t tell if we were too similar or too different
but I wanted to create something physical together so you could have something
self expression is built over a lot of time
and you make a lot of bad things, but you have to keep trying
I listened to a new couple sitting on the couch across from me
they seemed so relaxed, but it felt like they were on a movie set
maybe I don’t know my role well enough yet
in this world where we are all supposed to have one
but I think I will continue to refuse
we are in new york after all
though no boy has noticed the bit of green in my eyes before
I think I should have shared my world more too
winter is hard
and now I worry who else you may meet in the spring
I feel quite wilted
you did make life somehow beautiful
like it was going to end too fast
and it did
im not too sure where i am anymore
it makes me mad to know
I think I am a little too good at suppressing emotion
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me
I’d like to never be found it feels like
playing hide and seek
I took too seriously
I can’t even cry
It just feels funny wearing other people’s shoes
I will try to not feel unwanted because I suppose that’s not what it’s about, but I do feel like I’ve failed, that’s really all.
Not having perfection is just an excuse to stop or not even begin
Once I.realized this I almost looked to fail all the time
Still, what is wrong with me? We’re finding out
I don’t want it to become dark outside, I’ll lose all sense of place
Very very soon this won’t even mean anything
The way shapes lose meaning in the dark
Where have I heard this before? I don’t know
There is too much to do to think too deeply
and too much to pull from this world it is hard to focus
but it is easy to filter it all, just convince yourself
I watched nabi watch the sun rise, it is good to see her fully grown
I wonder if you also watched the sun rise
I am afraid of being nothing
I just learned it’s spelled this way https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIW8DNOnJp0
there are certain sleeps that when you wake up the snow is suddenly gone
but that is just what time does
it melts the snow as winter ends
I am already beginning to forget you
lying to myself
where this morning felt like it could be years ago
the wind on the back of my shoulders a long term memory
I came down to mourning doves
which felt out of place because it’s a familiar sound, just not here
I was slightly comforted
but I walked on faster than they could wake up so it was silent the rest of the way
there was nothing by me
I don’t think I will ever walk that way again
it’s strange how all new thoughts appear when you are not supposed to love someone anymore
2.22am
to only know west and east based off this 2 mile wide island
I guess there is always music to listen to even if you are homeless here
and you will never be without a companion
I don’t fake scenarios in my head anymore as to why I am standing here
It’s just my allotted time
to watch steam walk over
I wonder what it’s like for my parents to have to return home to see me
Was it ever comfortable here?
only what has ever been wrong
wrong with me
i was always right, that i didnt deserve him
i somehow knew i would never be enough
and i think this is how you grew up too
but theres no use for empathy now
munji is kneading my chest and nabi is looking at me like she is going to cry
munji rarely does this but she knew this time it was worse
the way you nod your head and lean back when you walk
we were both weak for walking away
i had kept bumping into you and im sorry
it might take 6 months for some kind of shift in the wind and thats terrifying
there was so much life within me, as if all that i had to live for was building up kinetic energy inside a crucible of refractory porcelain
so thin, delicate, and warm
i thought i already experienced all of the hurt one could have but how naive of me where it is far from self inflicted but well deserved
similar to seeing a loved one die, but this time i pleaded for a second chance
and now maybe you are stuck in the gray area between life and death and all i can hope to do is keep you alive
https://www.google.com/search?q=Cartesian+Skepticism
Maybe there is a chance for the paradox of nothing
where hopefully nothing will still always have a meaning
and hopefully the only value something has is not the meaning you give it
however now i can certainly understand the false truth of hope and settled apathy
and how i may have blown proper detachment out of proportion based on the shape of my heart
I forget the relativity of what I’ve been told
by people who still struggle to read
who I am relative to how you think
where I may be at the intersection of x and y
mr mathematician descarte…
I mean non attachment in the way you are still able to fully care yet not care that people know
did buddha know math ?
https://www.google.com/search?q=non+attachment+buddhism
reasons I had stayed
Afraid at what point i might lose my nostalgia due to the way i frame it to motivate me
When it should be the future
The sun rise over palms
The clouds still shadows
As tall as the sky itself
After being underwater for an unnatural amount of time
I've lost a certain awareness about myself etc
Getting out of the ocean used to be luck
But i now know to read the timing of the waves
To learn without running away
should I worry if you don’t feel clarity
is it up to me
I need to grow up
i don’t mind risking my life over a drop down a cliff
what is it that i fear exactly
i suppose death ends with solitude
which i may have always been more comfortable with
but if you were to set on the opposite side of the horizon
it’s not that i would prefer my solitude
i would understand you may be needed elsewhere
nautical dusk
I am wondering what is coming next
it is a different feeling
not limerence but a merge
an expansion that is completed
it is warm like limestone
civil dusk is brighter
I am not in need of the horizon and stars for navigation