See the fire and feel my claws; I am one and above vicious and alone.
It’s less about changing fate these days, if fate exists
It’s simply about being who I am
Reminded again of this dichotomy that is me
Agitated again by youth
But you wouldn’t know it by looking at me.
During a gchat conversation with my lovely boyfriend, I stumbled upon this point. I wanted to share it because I think it’s quite nice.
Our society spends a lot of time in a culture where we speak to each other silently. The difference between verbal and nonverbal communication has long been researched, but many studies still focus on face-to-face conversation. In the silent communication of IM, email, and texting, nonverbal cues are simply not present.
I find that one complaint always seems to wash up to my shore, like scraps of a boat once sank and churned toward through angry storms.
“You think too much.”
Freedom has come to mean choice. It has less to do with the human spirit than with different brands of deodorant. -Arundhati Roy, Field Notes on Democracy
Every time I feel these damned migraines I start to lose touch with reality. Last night I felt the migraines were trying to tell me something – trying to remind me of something I had long forgotten.
From a perspective of self-preservation, all actions are justifiable. All actions can contain peace.
If a situation arises in which I feel disloyalty and disrespect, I have no issues enacting whatever consequences necessary in order to free myself of the offense.
The rhythm of my body has become unpredictable. Weeks of no rest, sparse food, sparse sleep, and transitory places have left me in shambles. The dreams I do have feel as if I’m awake, and in those dreams I’m still learning lessons. My mind has no way to relax.