be in here
"My mom was a silent person, able to camouflage herself against the furniture or to disappear in the design of a rug. she never made the slightest commotion; it was almost as if she were never there. In the privacy of the room we shared, however, she was transformed. when she talked about the past , or told her stories , the room filled with light; the walls dissolved to reveal incredible landscapes, faraway countries, she placed at my feet the treasures of the orient , the moon and beyond. she reduced me to the size of an ant so i could experience the universe from that smallness, she gave me wings to see it from the heaven. when she was telling a story her characters peopled my world, and some of them became so familiar that still today, so many years later I can describe the clothing they wore and the tone of their voice. She manufactured the substance of her own dreams, and from those materials constructed a world for me.
she sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface, it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, we might enhance the colors to make our journey through life less trying."
Isabel Allende
I just need her around........
For the first time
in her entire silent existence.....
When it comes to looks,
I’m a little too confused….
I like suspension, those who cant be put under either categories right away…those who keep you hooked for seconds, thinking darnit I just don’t know what to feel for this one!
Sniff out...should it be iffy in the air!
Argue-men-tative
There were times I couldn’t stand losing any freaking arguments, and man I was damn good at it, sounding so blurringly downright….grade A stuff, stubborn…not budging an inch…just put me in the right situation and off I go, a great arguer…I might even be the best!!
But then this case of extreme arguing is such nasty addiction…easily flipping toward rows as for the intimate relationships, and heck I have grown out of this for like ages, so
Yeah I wont mind losing coupla glued small arguments when it comes to my own peace of mind (those bits still left…)…and no I wont murmur you’re right at the right moment, neither have I grown anything less helpless at apologizing ….but I feel I have stopped having arguments and becoming ONE!!
With me people find themselves arguing the entire entity of life, the same Shakespearean conflict I guess, and alas I cant remember the times of me feeling like being always the right…to my current resurrection it seems like others CAN be right afterall !!
Pleasure dome...
Spa? Bailey’s? chocolate? Seroxat? Kicks and twitches?!
And who doesn’t seek bliss but then fancy this:
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Pleasure can only be a transient sensation, the feeling of warming up when cold, or of eating when hungry. The lack of these gaps between how we feel and how we want to feel explains a lot of misery in modern society. "We're not hungry, we're not cold, we have everything," and the chemicals released with a pleasant experience, will give way to another substance with antibacterial effects…just think of the beauty of that, when you’re feeling good you protect yourself…Of course, it's possible to have too much of a good thing, and pleasure can easily become pain…”
Flipping of pleasure into pain, from intensely pleasurable to downright repulsive….or the other way round….flippancy has become our THING
