Good Morning

All they had left were a few simple words.

A few simple words were all that they needed.

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Time, give me time.

Time is all we’ve got.

And time is all we can give.

If someone can’t even give you their time, you know you’re not important to them.

If someone says, I do care but I’m just too busy, that’s just fucking horseshit.

#FHS #fuckinghorseshit  #notsoluminous

 

Impermanence 

Take out the flowers

Throw out the dirty water

Rinse out the vase

Put it away

René Ricard (1979-1980)
Everyday is a new day.
How cliché. How true.

Except I dried those flowers and locked them in a state of semi-permanence.

Cherry blossoms and its impermanence are a cruel but beautiful reminder of how fickle, fragile and finite our emotions can be. As we watch them wilt and scatter, we stand and gaze with the hope of seeing the same beauty and magnificence again one day. We cannot do the same for certain things in life. 

This René Ricard poem. Its brutal simplicity speaks such truth.

A mundane act of cleaning out a vase could hold such significance.

Either that, or I am being overly dramatic and sensitive these days. Fucking hormones. And general exhaustion.

Noise and Peace

Sometimes the noisiest places can offer the most peace.

Tonight I managed to work quietly on my own in a blues bar blasting Eric Clapton.

I hope you managed to find peace in this noise.