Everything is Symetrical
it is just stuctured in this very random way.
onsdag 28 mars 2012
lördag 3 mars 2012
flowwriting 00:00
For suddenly you feel as empty as the jar after all the camels hade fled. Always use the lid, always!
Suddenly you feel so crowded it makes you empty and it makes your head ache from loneliness and claustrophobia.
And none of it is real. Nothing is really happening. And that is the matter i guess.
The positive side is pink however because when all youre camels are gone you are completely lost and back to square one and back to the scratch that is square one and from there you can see all the other animals hiding in the bushes for now you are no longer blinded by the urge to catch only camels. Squirrels are alright as prey too, though they are small. Not as small as spiders anyway, and not smaller than your hands if you try not to spread your fingers out too much.
I think I just might be lost because I am not. But that's what life is I guess. Life makes you always whait for its storms and when they come you will still be unprepared for we never learn to listen to the voices of prediction in our head.
You do realize I have lost track of time by now, just like I've lost track of what I was writing and trying to say by writing. But it is alright. I am still too young to actually have anything important to say anyway. I saw somthing today and it was real. It was light and it was shadow but parts of it was imagination and not really there. But it was still real.
I wonder what really happens inside of us when we dream. Is it the same phenomena for everybody or is it just me? The individual. Speciality and spaciality. Blindfolded and walking through the woods,just as my teacher told us she did. Following the drums. Knowing where the trees were even though she could not see them and even though she knew where they were she chose to walk into them.
It's a strange reality this one which prevents you from sleeping and from waking up. Like limbo in a way. Even though i do not know what limbo is and i have never been there myself.
Suddenly you feel so crowded it makes you empty and it makes your head ache from loneliness and claustrophobia.
And none of it is real. Nothing is really happening. And that is the matter i guess.
The positive side is pink however because when all youre camels are gone you are completely lost and back to square one and back to the scratch that is square one and from there you can see all the other animals hiding in the bushes for now you are no longer blinded by the urge to catch only camels. Squirrels are alright as prey too, though they are small. Not as small as spiders anyway, and not smaller than your hands if you try not to spread your fingers out too much.
I think I just might be lost because I am not. But that's what life is I guess. Life makes you always whait for its storms and when they come you will still be unprepared for we never learn to listen to the voices of prediction in our head.
You do realize I have lost track of time by now, just like I've lost track of what I was writing and trying to say by writing. But it is alright. I am still too young to actually have anything important to say anyway. I saw somthing today and it was real. It was light and it was shadow but parts of it was imagination and not really there. But it was still real.
I wonder what really happens inside of us when we dream. Is it the same phenomena for everybody or is it just me? The individual. Speciality and spaciality. Blindfolded and walking through the woods,just as my teacher told us she did. Following the drums. Knowing where the trees were even though she could not see them and even though she knew where they were she chose to walk into them.
It's a strange reality this one which prevents you from sleeping and from waking up. Like limbo in a way. Even though i do not know what limbo is and i have never been there myself.
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