Sunday, February 24, 2013

arbitrary

(my mind is so rational it tells me so many pragmatic things)
my mind is working on a chronological basis now --- even with the filled schedules, there has been so much small inspiration coming around. so much hope in spite of happenings.

our dance has been so imaginatively conceptualized and all we need is an extra push another open door to let the winds, the crazy strong winds, flood in. but it's not easy because the key comes from the inside of us and sometimes we find it in a crazy, fumbling worry, sometimes we find it while we're looking for something else, sometimes we find it because we haven't been looking hard enough. nevertheless, the passion is much felt, thank you nymd :')

had a good long talk with b recently, because we haven't had one for too long. the jars did tip --- glad because she really understands me and how our minds function on the same axis is really... amusing at times :D b for blessing

coincidentally met D at nlb, and we ended up sitting at Bras Basah talking until the sky turned dark. we talked about life and love and it was a compelling evening, we also always end up sharing good music

"i remember i was little and i always imagined that he was behind me // or when i prayed, this light tunnel shoots up to send him my prayers" i was really late for service so i sat at the back of the auditorium while everyone was singing praise, and serendipity overwhelmed me. i thank God for His gravity. grace and gravity.

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for some reason we made a home in the peranakan museum, it's quiet and alluring walls grand against a poignant air, the temperature of the air con cold as 18 degrees. the light was dim. we had taken a walk, and he asked if i was old enough, and in a quiet disappointment i said no. back in the museum, there was construction --- directed by her, who was sitting on the top of a long ladder that reached the top of the ceiling, much like the one i have at home, she looked worried. they were replacing the white of the beams to wood, drilling in nails, ugly, gray, metal nails

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