Blue Hand day

and waves, of course we are like waves.
I am
and you are.


beautiful.
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all right!

yeah, very much so.
and the rain brought the spring. and it's dark and in the middle of the night and i'm enjoying being the only one outside
the only one breathing clear, misty night
stars in the sky and a moon somewhere, lending its light.


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precipitevolissimevolmente

and what yet not.

I'm just wondering, what makes you do what it is you do
and have we ever known anyone, or what we should know about anyone
or what should you know about someone to be able to help?
What does it mean to help, what if I feel there's something I could do to ease someone's existence and
that's it...
I feel I could do something, and that's that. That's what.

And what more.

Be electric. or whatever, whatever you want.
It's not like I have a say.

honestly, intelligence

harmony and

It's like I'm uncertan if the lights are on or off in the room - I know I should be able to tell, but I can't.
It's like there's snow and rain pouring and falling and tumbling down from the skies although there are no clouds and the sun shines hot.
It's like someone's talking to me in a language I don't understand and still my body wants to respond and tries to produce words I know I can't know.
It's like being pulled out to sea, not really sure of if this is what should be happening, quite sure that I was lying in bed and not in any waters at all.

Resistance might be claimed as useless, existance doesn't fall under the same category

Squeeze yourself together til you're the smallest you can be, count a few moments of thought
and expand
expand
stretch your arms like you never did before, see to that your shoulderblades feel like wings
lift your feet off the ground and embrace the fact that you are.
Only fact there is, so shine that light

move that physical existence that contains you

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or actually

what is there to know?

one more

I've met more.

I know there are more.

You know it, too.

There's the new light, the new day
the new wind
the new way to look at things
New and new and new
others and others and others
more and more and more

Stay in tune with that song you know is there.

There are worse things

There are worse things than being late in this world.
Just talked to the sweetest girl, who always says she's running late and who always seems to get a lot of crap from her friends and the world around for being late.
I smiled in understanding, I know I've been there... trying to push myself into biking down the street faster than the ticking clock
in order not to arrive late for a nice gathering. Nice gathering being also pressure into arrival at 5 sharp, if 5ish has been the plan.
Then I realised enough to tell myself that
if I sat a bit longer at my kitchen table than I was supposed to; if I sat staring out or felt like listening to another song; was still talking to a friend; was still writing a letter or reading a post; if I walked by someone in the street that greeted me and we exchanged some words, even just a few seconds more than a smile

why would I have to apologize for arriving twenty minutes past
if the ones I am meeting know that we'll meet; know that there are people and lives; know that there is no death from having to wait - or is it even waiting? What kind of existence is it if someone's late only in your own opinion?
That's when I told myself that I refuse to take on the guilt that is put on me by using the word late.

Being late is no excuse. Not leaving on time is no excuse. Not going on purpose is not changing anything, and if there's someone waiting for you, turning sour over you not being there on time... is it because they want you so badly
is it because they can't wait to see you
is it because they're realising there are things they still can't control?
is it because you're letting them know that there can be change?

I don't arrive forty minutes off agreed time for meetings that take away time from others, that's not what I'm saying.
I just don't agree that there's a right for some people to try to keep someone else under control, by any sort of guilt trip.

Stay brave and give yourself the time you need, what else do you think your life is about?

it's a blue evening outside

I
see my own reflection in the window, all lit up by the yellow of the indoors.
the sky is dark blue, the stars have white gold and it seems the air itself is
blue.
Wonderful, it's spring and I don't even know how we got here.



Thank you for shining.

musical version of me

http://www.virb.com/siamesedrummers


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