rain and gloom

Dark, rainy, windy, gloomy. Tingling sensation, cold but good. What more can I ask for?

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Vision

It’s been months since I came here and I often wonder if I still have the flowy words in me that I could simply ramble on anything. Delighted to say that I’ve entered the gradschool I’d ever dreamt of, it’s too beautifully structured or in fact non-structured in a way it seems to be constantly dancing. Adore how the glass building celebrated my prescence when I took the first step upon the stairway, it was my reflection in there. Just me, the shimmery sunlight and all the beautiful things that could well be vivid when time comes. My vision would no longer be simply occurrence.

seek the unquestionable

Back here. Miss this space, love this space. Yesterday was horrid as usual, not one sunday’s been good in my memory so far. Perhaps I was the one who ruined things, my mood took over the good and I let it define the whole of me. Was I ever good before? I’ve no say and I doubt myself completely because my mind is whirling right now and then. If everything is unquestionable and precise I wouldn’t have to feel the slightest disconcertion in me, surrounding and following me. And all I ask for would no longer be for anyone to infuse energy in me, I know it wouldn’t do good anymore. Did it ever gave me help at all?

And may I sleep for a long time on a bed of fluff to revive my good o’ soul through the scent of delicate petals. I just might.