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[08 Nov 2006|10:01am] |
for those of you that didnt know yet, ive moved to audia :)
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[22 Jul 2006|11:43pm] |
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behind blue eyes |
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there are these people who do not just hold the key, they are more like a living key themselves. openings. granting access into this we are. when i am with them i feel like im in a constant state of altered reality, a higher awareness. the city becomes a jungle. a jungle on another planet. anything we do is an adventure. anywhere we look we see bizarre beauty. its like there is another presence amongst us. something close to god. something with a great sense of humor and an eye for detail. and also the exact opposite. showing us the bigger picture. like rising above daily life, just floating there above it all and knowing it is all good.
( because it is )
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[29 Jun 2006|10:53pm] |
i am voice i move without patience im an endless shower of information overload
i am awakening. its an ultra slow process, but i am. i went out of the house today after hiding for so long and the sky did not collapse. i started smoking again, one of the many relapses ive been having the past few weeks, but it is okay, as it is not me who is smoking, it is not i. i smoked and i stared up at the sky and noticed there is not much difference between us. but most of all, what this means is, nothing can harm me. things such as being low on energy. they are only excuses. ghosts i will lead toward the light in which you can see the smoke curl up. my hair is golden and reflects.

i am bliss i move within all through the outskirts of beyond
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[26 Jun 2006|10:43pm] |
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im light, then heavy, love ( crowned with a halo )
you tear me up open me, pull my insides out you, you flow of lovely life you who i call another while really youre no other than me your love is mine, your flow the dance ive been doing your hands the ones i allowed to come so near your last words goodbye the ones i created by dreaming us here yes i am bleeding, but simultaneously healing mixing up the past into something that will fit me now
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[20 Jun 2006|09:33pm] |
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within chaos |
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( the intensity of silence vs the brilliance of beats )
she stares into the light, the dark. the sky, the ground. she sees everything as a map. she weighs her words quite heavy, for they must trigger the exact meaning, the precise feeling. its strange how sometimes theres an excess of words and endless magnificent combinations and at other times a complete lack thereof. have peace, they say. she smiles, moves her hands to the rhythm of the music.
slowly, she whispers, slowly, things will start to enfold. slowly, but with incredible power.

life itself is in transition
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[16 Jun 2006|11:35am] |
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god does not test anyone. he lets us test ourselves.
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[10 Jun 2006|12:10am] |
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i am (at) the center of all i experience |
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the more i stare into the details of this structure of cells i am, the more alien i get, in a rather beautiful way. like how sometimes the sky can show amazing colors, unworldy
i think mostly in details and colors these days. i am awaiting the right shades to reveal themselves to me. i believe dawn is pointing me in their direction. until i go out to seek them i am preparing myself as if it will be my last quest. not that it is my intention, its just that my actions make it seem so. every now and then i check my face to see if its ready. ready means to be fully developed. permanently.
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the trees bow to me, i recognize laughter in the rustle of their leaves. they tell me not to worry too much, to try and wrinkle my mouth into a smile instead of wrinkling my forehead thinking. i admit i know so i sit down and look at everything that passes. a balloon floats high up in the air. not lost but not quite found. a boy sits besides me with a girl on his lap. they are holding hands, he is all silent and present, feeling her. she looks at people passing by, her eyes flashing from one place to another. i feel the sudden urge to shake her shoulders, to wake her up. to whisper in her ear that this is one of those moments in which you have it all, but you just let is pass by, unnoticed.
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