snippets of a constant stream.

you can only ever be yourself, as much as we fight against who we are, you are a child of the truth. honesty is our essence & saving grace.

as much as you believe otherwise, there are people out there who want nothing but the best for you.

believe that your decisions are essential to another's existence, just as much as theres is to yours. our life forces are coexistent.

an artist would not be able to fulfil their purpose of entertaining & inspiring others, if not for distant lovers & challenging experiences.

we are us, i am you.

the sooner we realise how integral we are to each other, the more rapidly our society can develop and prosper.

whether you are in this world for 6 years or 66 years, your life has changed and impacted another in ways you could never understand.

I can't tell you how to live your life, but I can only hope you are truly living. do not die dead, live forever.

in time.

if time could really tell it all, would we give it more respect? would we recant our idea that everything will be forgotten and exist purely in the past? how many memories would become our enemies? how many regrets would ruin our current success? 

we waste time like we have plenty, like the years that we await shall return if we miss them. where will you be in 5 years? 5 years older or 5 years wiser? 5 years stronger or remembering 5 years of this reoccurring nightmare you call existence.

time does not favour those that believe they own it; time will give to those that make the most of every moment, every time. we all need time, so take the time you have been given and make your life a tale worth telling, mistakes and all.

come unspoken.

come with your memories & enemies, 
with your have beens & your have nots.

do not speak when spoken to, speak when the desire to reveal everything you depise about yourself is ready to be unravelled. 

make it known that you are ready to build, to burn the bridges of every tormenting thought that others have planted into the crevices of your heart. 

tell me of heartache, of losing your voice through the silence of your screaming sadness.

be alone, crave the warmth of my trembling touch as much as you depise the fact that you desire nothing more.

stay aroused, by every moment that allows the intimacy of our final embrace to carry us through to the next. 

allow your vulnerabilities to find refuge in my every word, every strength, every last moment of sacrifice in the hope of your happiness.

come unspoken & I will worship every word that you utter.

the wind-up bird chronicle

“Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?”

― Haruki Murakami

albert

"When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking."

passionate longing

“I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience?
Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.”

Henry Rollins

how can another truly love you if you can't even love yourself?

it's scary to find someone who makes you happy, because they know all of our flaws, our darkness, our vices. we are completely vulnerable. if we have no trust in them we will forever live in fear of their ability to walk away with everything that we are, leaving us battered and broken in the field of lifeless bodies, forever oppressed by our own need to redefine ourselves. it's so important to be yourself and maintain a piece of who you are whenever you begin to open yourself up to others. don't allow your desire to see others happy be the controlling force behind your misery. you deserve happiness too, you deserve the love that you can offer. understand your vulnerabilities and your strengths and be wise with your actions. the smallest things can have the biggest impact on others.