UPDATE!!!!!
Today's the first day of my 4th semester. Hooray..
Winter has finally managed to creep away and spend spring somewhere in Alaska, but then he still leaves litters here and there. I'm not amazed nonetheless. And I finally travelled home, took the more than 10 thousand kilometres flight (now I realized, thanks to the flight path), landed, cried, argued, it was a turmoil. It was also very disturbing, but I'm really, genuinely glad that I saw my ma, my two sisters (what can I do for you?) and my father and brother, though short. I now honestly don't know what to think about going home. I feel the harsh sanctuary of home, and I condemn the culture, and it's lack of self-improving spirit, and how everything is taken for granted.
The emotions are mixed, I tried to put them down in words and actually did, will post them some other time here.
There was so much to feel, but now so little to write, isn't life dissapointing?
Here's the poem anyway goddamnit:
homecoming
summer and heavy raindrops
are the only ones unaffected
and on a closed day i fly
making use of the time
sitting in a train i imagine myself
elevated, ready to drop
and if i do what do i pick up first?
pieces of me are scattered all around
the first hug is an anticipation,
like a pendulum hanging in mid-air
if i decide to go ahead with it
would it drop and repel the other?
vague thoughts often warm my heart at night
but the inevitable it chills at the tip of your toes
and then you wonder what happens if it drops?
crops those planted they've grown a few inches im sure
and the earth, drying, craters
it rips mercilessly like a strip mine
the plants i left behind, neighbours uninformed
nothing, absolutely, survives the test of time
and all the while i imagine
being elevated, it could drop
and if it drops there will be
a moment of panic
a moment of regret
a moment of peace
but nothing is over before you've start.
not when one moment ends you can lie in peace
I'm currently in love with: Electric President! Buy their album!
in love with: strange looking impending clouds. Squall at night.
And I'm obsessed with reading : Into the wild by Jon Krakauer, I felt like my idea was stolen somehow, great writing!
Winter has finally managed to creep away and spend spring somewhere in Alaska, but then he still leaves litters here and there. I'm not amazed nonetheless. And I finally travelled home, took the more than 10 thousand kilometres flight (now I realized, thanks to the flight path), landed, cried, argued, it was a turmoil. It was also very disturbing, but I'm really, genuinely glad that I saw my ma, my two sisters (what can I do for you?) and my father and brother, though short. I now honestly don't know what to think about going home. I feel the harsh sanctuary of home, and I condemn the culture, and it's lack of self-improving spirit, and how everything is taken for granted.
The emotions are mixed, I tried to put them down in words and actually did, will post them some other time here.
There was so much to feel, but now so little to write, isn't life dissapointing?
Here's the poem anyway goddamnit:
homecoming
summer and heavy raindrops
are the only ones unaffected
and on a closed day i fly
making use of the time
sitting in a train i imagine myself
elevated, ready to drop
and if i do what do i pick up first?
pieces of me are scattered all around
the first hug is an anticipation,
like a pendulum hanging in mid-air
if i decide to go ahead with it
would it drop and repel the other?
vague thoughts often warm my heart at night
but the inevitable it chills at the tip of your toes
and then you wonder what happens if it drops?
crops those planted they've grown a few inches im sure
and the earth, drying, craters
it rips mercilessly like a strip mine
the plants i left behind, neighbours uninformed
nothing, absolutely, survives the test of time
and all the while i imagine
being elevated, it could drop
and if it drops there will be
a moment of panic
a moment of regret
a moment of peace
but nothing is over before you've start.
not when one moment ends you can lie in peace
I'm currently in love with: Electric President! Buy their album!
in love with: strange looking impending clouds. Squall at night.
And I'm obsessed with reading : Into the wild by Jon Krakauer, I felt like my idea was stolen somehow, great writing!
posted by sad minotaur at 11:25 AM
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