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Tuesday 27 September 2011
Knock, knock.
When I struggle to slip out of consciousness, inching towards permanent psychosis, I make a run for God's sharp shoulders.
Here's one thing I've learned about God: He's just like every strong, silent figure. He'll cross his hands and let me wonder if it was strength that lead me back to Him; or if it was the inconvenient vulnerability that I stubbornly stash away on the highest shelf, deepest crook & filthiest corner of my subconscious. Heaving sobs don't always bring Him to my doorstep, but each time I turn my back on Him, His thunder knocks on my bolted door and His rays of light tiptoe their way under the crevice to warm my icy feet.
And here's one other thing: there's a door glued shut between God & I. I'm constantly leaning against this allegorical plank, screaming at a wooden wall and always thinking that the quiet calm on the other side is just God being his strong, silent self.
My days have turned into a comfortable routine of celestial loneliness. Only His sharp shoulders & I.
Here's one thing I've learned about God: He's just like every strong, silent figure. He'll cross his hands and let me wonder if it was strength that lead me back to Him; or if it was the inconvenient vulnerability that I stubbornly stash away on the highest shelf, deepest crook & filthiest corner of my subconscious. Heaving sobs don't always bring Him to my doorstep, but each time I turn my back on Him, His thunder knocks on my bolted door and His rays of light tiptoe their way under the crevice to warm my icy feet.
And here's one other thing: there's a door glued shut between God & I. I'm constantly leaning against this allegorical plank, screaming at a wooden wall and always thinking that the quiet calm on the other side is just God being his strong, silent self.
My days have turned into a comfortable routine of celestial loneliness. Only His sharp shoulders & I.
Monday 5 September 2011
Third one today
My first semester as an undergrad is reaching it's lengthy end and what have I learned so far? Plenty. The one that amuses me the most is probably my newly acquired ability to shut off my brain when thinking is absolutely essential. Dexterity without control, that is. I introduce to thee, my brain, lads and lasses.
As expected, it's got nothing to do with my future line of field. But who's to say it won't come in handy? Even engineers need office clowns.
I've also involuntarily trained myself to withstand severe solitude from both the XXs and the XYs. For now I'll shrug it off and force myself to do another set of notes for my quiz on Wednesday. Not like I have a choice. Four more years of this lifestyle and you might have to stop me from stepping foot into high rise buildings. Just strap me to a bed, if all else fails.
Hm, that came out kinkier than it should've.
As soon as the lights in my mind flicker and my mind moths dance about, I'm going back to bed with Tom. Jitterbug Perfume was this crazy fiction explosion and I have really high hopes for this one. He might just be my new favourite fiction writer. I swear, this guy's really giving Neil Gaiman a run for his money.
Spend your Tuesday wisely, wisecracks.
As expected, it's got nothing to do with my future line of field. But who's to say it won't come in handy? Even engineers need office clowns.
I've also involuntarily trained myself to withstand severe solitude from both the XXs and the XYs. For now I'll shrug it off and force myself to do another set of notes for my quiz on Wednesday. Not like I have a choice. Four more years of this lifestyle and you might have to stop me from stepping foot into high rise buildings. Just strap me to a bed, if all else fails.
Hm, that came out kinkier than it should've.
As soon as the lights in my mind flicker and my mind moths dance about, I'm going back to bed with Tom. Jitterbug Perfume was this crazy fiction explosion and I have really high hopes for this one. He might just be my new favourite fiction writer. I swear, this guy's really giving Neil Gaiman a run for his money.
Spend your Tuesday wisely, wisecracks.
Fools will be fools
This crooner's got my tear ducts a'flowin so early in the a.m. I may have found myself a new sad anthem.
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