Meeting with GJ has taught me so much. 
That we came from Love and we return to Love.
I'm so thankful to have her as my second year. Wait, rephrasing that, I'm beyond thankful to have her as my second year. I never imagined that I'd find someone so similar, much less in the same country and now in the same school.

Loreena McKennitt; Stolen Child.



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Today I ran barefoot. Its the only way to run. Where no one stops you, to ask questions, to classify, to categorise, to fix, to discriminate, I explore, I envision, I energize. I love Love. Thank You, Friend. 
You've taught me more in one escapade, that others have devoted a lifetime to teach.
You are beautiful, inside and out.



Live High, Live Mighty, Live Righteously.


 

and when the summer comes, I stare at the sky
and wonder what shade of crayola your eyes are today
or if you're sketching out on sidewalks the way you always did.
and I know that it's because of you that the night washes away these sunbeams
and it's your hand that drew the celestial flurries that make me so jealous of the stars
because every night, they get to see you.

I find myself lacing glitter-washed vines in the keys of my piano
and changing the words in my song book to tell secrets 
twisted into lies while shedding a hint of the truth
and with hands hovering over sparkling ivory and ebony keys that glow in the moonlight
I can't help but notice that the melody is you
and despite wavering octaves and complicated chords
you're my favorite song.

Your world, 
the stuff of dreams,
that soft collision
of gently worn ghosts
and the fraying edges
of summer nights,
pools under the sky
like the backwater of heaven.
Rifts of melodies,
caught round your fingers,
court and spark
the softest demons -
full of poetry
and sweet oaths;
and dark stars,
bright as crickets,
glister with agate
against the window.
You wear me
like linen and cloves,
fine smoke from storms
and the echo of midnight,
caught under your spell.


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The result of being stuck in shops with bad songs playing in the background. Cheesy times Hundred.
Stab stab stab.

 

Yes, Im'ma Hobo. Cept' that I have a home.

Well, I never actually realised people bothered to read my random spoutings. But this way I sometimes get stuff that i want, eg. Neuromancer (Thanks Jun!) So maybe it is a good thing to not lock one's posts. 


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The difference between good and evil,
Is sometimes hard to observe,
Both, at times, require you to stand firm,
At times, both require you to kneel
One denotes a moral state of mind,
The other quite the reverse
So much has been done in the name of both,
That it's hard to decide which is worse'

Many of us struggle with the perception,
We find ourselves debating everyday,
And yet when the debating is over,
We find that nothing has really changed
This need to judge people for being right or wrong,
Compels us to lose ourselves in a fight,
A fight that consumes all our days,
And that can never truly be won;

There is no justification,
For giving up all hope,
Always, always, there is a reason,
To hang on and to cope
Good and evil are shadowy things,
That will never truly be defined,
Because they are both so different,
To every single persons eyes;

I do not profess to be good or evil,
Nor do I profess to be right or wrong,
I simply keep my mind open,
As the years of my life go on
Living life as best I can,
Is what really makes me tick,
I do not see the world as black and white,
I simply see the shadows in the music.


xoxo