Spring of Consciousness

A stream of consciousness is a narrative mode that represents a character's thought process, or a tool to get started writing, an unedited, unstructured and uninterrupted form of writing. My consciousness is not a stream. I think of a stream and I see a small trickle, peaceful constant and ever flowing. That is not my mind.

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Feb 28

dumzound:

Takanori Aiba makes tree houses. Not the kind that you can climb around in, the kind that is so intricate and detailed that your mind will be blown. Oh, did we mention they are made with bonsai trees?

Takanori Aiba makes tree houses. Not the kind that you can climb around in, the kind that is so intricate and detailed that your mind will be blown. Oh, did we mention they are made with bonsai trees?

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Oct 28

“A lot of men want a woman to mother them. They get with a woman and all they do is regress to the point where you might think he might not be capable to take care of himself at all. I don’t want another mother. I want a woman. I want to rise to the occasion. I want to learn and bask in your glow. I want to protect you and do whatever I can to give you strength. There is no twist to this. I am not about to blow my brains out. You have not cut me up like others have. It’s just this. I want to love you with everything in me. I need your help because I don’t know anything about it. I am suspicious and ready to leave and hit the cold road for the frozen dawn. I am just going to trust you with everything in me. I see now that it’s the only reason to be here. After kissing you, I cannot remember what it was like to kiss any other woman. At this point I am not sure if I ever have.” Henry Rollins (via sorakeem)

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Oct 25

Loss of Control

Even when I feel like I’m in control, am I really?

Being guided to someone or to something and not really understanding how or why or what purpose it may serve, or even where it may end up. But continuing on… Is this the definition of insanity?

Sep 14

Lack of wanderlust

I have friends who have a strong desire to wander, I remember someone referring to it as wanderlust.

I’ve often wondered why I lack this desire. I’ve always been drawn not to wander and not to isolation, but to the comfortable company of friends and family. A meal and drink shared, an evening enjoying each others company. Listening to the older folks speak of the old days, and the young speak of their hopes and dreams, where they are going and the difficulties they face, and the very young run and laugh. I could travel, if only to see friends and family. I’d travel any where for that. A view is just a view, food is just food, and while I’m sure I would deeply enjoy the tastes and views of a foreign land, I desire more the community and closeness of what hopefully will be new friends and family. If there is anything that tugs at my heart, it is this.

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