mirtazapine memories - so much poetry to read through
The pieces scatter and shatter.
Glasses. Cleaner. I am cleaner.
And the darkness it encroaches.
Meaner like a shark - but I am a seahorse.
And I swim shapely through the amorphous
And the bland, but blind.
Morphing into wonder someday
I wonder. Despairing in despair
Scared of hoping.
We all smile, we all sing…The weak become heroes and the stars align…We all sing, sing, sing…
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Suddenly I can write proper linear prose and the newly orderly (and somehow less creative) yet perhaps more eloquent and ultimately worthwhile words have announced themselves.
I should post said prose. Perhaps I will.
To be a writer with fluctuating abilities - with trade-offs and benefits at any given time - is always an adventure.
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I was like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Source: philosophy-quotes
one thing about life - it’s always changing
some things about me:
-when i was born, it was sunny and cold.
-last time i went to the brooklyn botanical gardens with my mom, we saw the “narcissus poeticus” plant and i instantly froze. i often think walt disney had the right idea to try and encapsulate his soul somehow…but he’ll never know. whoops. Frost happens. and sometimes things happen completely randomly. It’s a fact.
-i like clementines and kiwis.
-my favorite song in the world is “columba aspexit”
-i write and research a lot. i also am very good at tripping myself up when it comes to communicating what i think. i think it has something to do with mirror neurons.
-my favorite poem is the Waste Land. or Howl. it depends on my mood. which is why i need a ring.
-there are so many angles in life, and so few real answers. i think the solution is to stop with the screens - unless they tell you something enlightening. and take ambien. and write. because if a tree grows in brooklyn, better books are written.
-sometimes i’m afraid to open my eyes and ears, but then i remember that every single thing is flawed, and the only value life has rests on your ability to make and thus to create meaning - and to say what you mean. But you can only know that if you write it.
normality anomaly individual anomie duality mythology blasphemy binary destiny fissure catastrophe messily Norman Mailer return to sender Woolf in sheep’s clothing neuronal whaling failure onerous Oreo borealis bender stone palace fall down Temple of blues paint it black holes in soles define me
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