unsupposing

i am lost,

amongst

a sea

of such

sweltering

oblivion.

adrift.

drowning,

headlong,

in their

twitter

and

iphones.

blindess brings such bliss.

i suppose

the great gatsby re-visited.

it was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently
arrived than i, stopped me on the road.
"how do you get to West Egg Village?"
he asked helplessly.
i told him. And as i walked on, i was lonely no longer
i was a guide. a pathfinder. an original settler. he had casually conferred me
the freedom of the neighborhood.

such a beautiful stint of words...

love this book.

awake my soul

this song is everything right now. it brings to mind the feelings i am struggling to describe. in a purple tearful haze, it brings the beat of hope

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes

I struggle to find any truth in your lies

And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know

This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all

But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall

Lend me your eyes I can change what you see

But your soul you must keep, totally free

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die

Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul

Awake my soul

You were made to meet your maker

i'm in love...

with tights and shorts, thrift stores, and flea markets.
summer hazes, purple sunsets.
and pomegranate martinis
with pondering, dreaming, and creating
and dance classes.
and my new diana camera.


oh and with this song:

Are you late.
It's always hate.
Troubles in your mind.
Take back the pain.
We got the rain.
Dont know why.

Sweetness comes and goes
and I'm always here to stay.
Reaching out and find that I'll never bee late.
Sweet dogs.
Sweet rain.
Never come and go.
I'm ohh so fine and ready to blow.
I'm ohh so fine and ready to blow.

Take back the line.
go back - I'm sure.
Everytime I want more.
Tke back the fruit.
I'm here to rule.
All the time - I'm sure.
Sweet talk.
Back clap.
Ohh baby.
It all make sense.
This is how you keep waiting
and I dont know why.

Always watch them with bright eyes.
Cant you see all is not right .
Always watch them with bright eyes.
Cant you see all is not right.

sweet dogs by trolle and siebenhaar