small waters flow long
To see words on blog makes me happy… newly written words on blog even if it makes no sense, even if it comes from the sentimental minutes driving home alone… still, minutes and minutes pass and I go through a day seeing so much the whole day telling myself I have to record this.
I woke up at 9:30am and opened my window to the sunlight and felt so refreshed. I sat up on my bed with a blanket over my lap and I read a story from the Channel-A collection edited by Amy Cheung… petty romantic stories but I love that stuff and that’s how my morning started.
Smoking hurts your brain… one of my students said to me. Are you corrected? I said to my students. Are you corrected? I said, instead of saying, have you corrected? Are you corrected? Sounds like there’s something wrong with them.
Felt incredibly lonely driving home. I said I’d come out and say it, that I felt incredibly lonely. Writing a story, the whole process from gathering ideas in the head to moulding the sculpture and chipping away certain parts… the whole process feels like getting pregnant and giving birth to a child… How do I know how it feels to be pregnant?
Then there’s my next story. I will start on it. I will start on it. There’s something attractive about the short story collection. While driving home I was listening to an old Raidas album and thought about how the songs are ordered within the album and why they put the songs in that order.
My thoughts are very scattered this evening. I want to say this and that and end up saying something that sounds close to something I want to say but I wonder, I wonder, is it ever possible to say exactly what you want to say? I mean, the moment we try to use words to capture a feeling, part of that feeling is already gone, no? It’s funny. When I write I am extremely self-conscious. Sometimes my soul has left my body so that even though I’m typing here as I watch my fingers dance atop the keyboard I am watching myself from another angle. If the eyes are gentle I don’t mind being watched.
Small waters flow long… I was thinking about this proverb as I was listening to my friend talk about her new boyfriend and she talked about it so calmly that it makes me think they are an old couple. But they say, small waters flow long…
Your eyes are ocean-deep. Do you know you’re drowning me?
I woke up at 9:30am and opened my window to the sunlight and felt so refreshed. I sat up on my bed with a blanket over my lap and I read a story from the Channel-A collection edited by Amy Cheung… petty romantic stories but I love that stuff and that’s how my morning started.
Smoking hurts your brain… one of my students said to me. Are you corrected? I said to my students. Are you corrected? I said, instead of saying, have you corrected? Are you corrected? Sounds like there’s something wrong with them.
Felt incredibly lonely driving home. I said I’d come out and say it, that I felt incredibly lonely. Writing a story, the whole process from gathering ideas in the head to moulding the sculpture and chipping away certain parts… the whole process feels like getting pregnant and giving birth to a child… How do I know how it feels to be pregnant?
Then there’s my next story. I will start on it. I will start on it. There’s something attractive about the short story collection. While driving home I was listening to an old Raidas album and thought about how the songs are ordered within the album and why they put the songs in that order.
My thoughts are very scattered this evening. I want to say this and that and end up saying something that sounds close to something I want to say but I wonder, I wonder, is it ever possible to say exactly what you want to say? I mean, the moment we try to use words to capture a feeling, part of that feeling is already gone, no? It’s funny. When I write I am extremely self-conscious. Sometimes my soul has left my body so that even though I’m typing here as I watch my fingers dance atop the keyboard I am watching myself from another angle. If the eyes are gentle I don’t mind being watched.
Small waters flow long… I was thinking about this proverb as I was listening to my friend talk about her new boyfriend and she talked about it so calmly that it makes me think they are an old couple. But they say, small waters flow long…
Your eyes are ocean-deep. Do you know you’re drowning me?
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