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tangents enter from infinity, meet at one point, and drift away to another infinity. perhaps we can attribute the first infinity to the range between the birth of time and our conception, the point to our lifespan, and the other infinitity to whatever follows after death.
rough patch — or an entire field?
the past couple of weeks have been so drought-filled in objective practicality & in terms of subjective emotional propensity; i am so, so sapped. have grown, watched others grow, and in time somewhere grown apart. such dry conversations and always the need to engage, when really, why should i feel the pressure to entertain friends?
had a good talk about this with two very amazing people today & am so glad i am not alone on these sentiments. it’s sad, yes, but also comforting to know one doesn’t have to go through the sadness in solitude. today just reaffirmed my appreciation for all these new friendships sowed & rooted firmly into humble land. here’s to hoping the rest of the field yields good crop again soon.
when the days of glorious awakening come, death will do you apart for being two hands short of reaching out to it.
—pretentious but (semi)cool-sounding thought
bubble i don’t remember scrawling
in my journal, yet there it is
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
I gave up trying to articulate true sentiments long ago — feelings, yes, but these are meek and limp without more tangible evidence to enrich the experience. I think I would like to talk about this, but at the same time not really; it is inordinately difficult, and I think at times like this one realises truly how alone they are in the world, which isn’t a bad thing per se, but matter-of-fact. Have avoided the abyss for so long. Perhaps it would be easier to allow for it to consume me temporarily.
going forward, always forward, not looking back, crunching leaves under your steps, the night’s breeze in your ears, strides thumping like a steady heartbeat, moon firm overhead, a reminder.