“But let there be spaces in your togetherness
and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but
make not a bond of love:
let it rather be a moving sea
the shores of your souls.”
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.
~ Woody Allen
Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.
Suffering is derived from perceiving a loss.
some heads would make better bowling balls.
warn me before you give me bad advice.
just like the other sock, he is gone. get a new pair and start again.
everyone else seems to know what i need better than i do myself. in fact i am the only one who can´t see it. how do you know all these things about me that i didn´t even know about myself? in a crowd or even in two i am not even the one that talks the most, yet you all have me pegged. and when i am riding the miserable metro what do people who only see my exterior and have no connection think of me then. and if you saw me at a party from a distance would you think the same. i feel like a divinci hidden beneath a pollock.
today i sat on the metro and could have sworn i´d seen the same white paper bag in the same spot under the seat in front of me on two different occasions. i thought the bag was following me. the life of a paper bag. now i am your eyes. you see a lot of feet from down there, are they any different from the distracted city faces i cannot gain eye contact with. society is wearing it´s face on it´s ass and feet on it´s shoulders to bear the weight. i move and lip sing to my ipod. i think i communicate better with my energy if at all.