Rhyme & Mime

I'd like a good night's sound sleep

More than a night spent cruising the streets

I'd like a long face to face conversation

More than a short instant messaging chat session

I'd like a lovely summer spend swimming in the sea

More than a dull winter holed up in bed in front of the PC

I'd like strong drink: some gin or maybe some wine?

Why not passively lounge with no attention to time?

Life has its own mind - it's neither yesterday nor tomorrow

So I've decided to live in today - without any sorrow

So find me a quaint cottage made for six

Housing a quarreling old couple a dog can fix

No Man (or Woman) is an Island

The finality of death is in such stark contrast to the predictability of birth.

Being a psychopath is better than having a psycho in your path

Sipping from a juice box titled "Compliance" may give you the courage to step on stage

But what if you fell in love with love?

And when you fell in love it was to the sound of music that felt like love

What if you understood both the value of meaning and the meaning of value?

And what if you understood that love was meaning?

Then living with meaning would mean living for love

When are you really strong - when you're strong enough to show weakness?

Or are you really strong when you show strength despite being weak?

Meaning can be found in another things though

Because love's not nearly enough for most people

Love has a shelf life

Love needs preservatives

My heart is still mine

And if I choose hope

It's my choice

You don't get to dictate how much and for how long I should care

It's the very same old sad songs that I find myself in when I'm lost

It's the same old pyjamas I feel most comfortable in when I feel like giving up

Your eyebrows and eyelids were the softest I had ever felt

I was utterly devoted to your temples

I am

Every one knows that a broken heart is blind

The insularity of a troubled mind

It's inescapable

But I'll be good

I choose hope

My mother presses the top of the toothpaste tube and I press the bottom

And the days go on

Quotes Quotes Quotes

I can't believe my last post was 3 years ago. Anyway, here goes:

If you don't build a dream, someone else will help you build theirs.

The mind is not in the body. The body is in the mind.

The extent of the love of women is not known, even to those who are the objects of their affection, on account of its subtlety, and on account of the avarice, and natural intelligence of womankind.

Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.

A coward is more afraid of being discovered than he is of anything else, even dying.

You have to learn to drive your own car before you call shotgun on someone else's

You need to know that no one else's opinion can invalidate your own

Once you cultivate the habit of being with yourself no body else's company will come close

100 Things I Love

I wrote this post as an answer to a very dear friend's request a couple of years ago. Nice to have a log of these kind of things.

1. Pugs/Dogs

2. Pirogi

3. Jigsaw puzzle

4. Oranges

5. Sleep

6. Knitting

7. Long walks

8. Singing

9. Listening to music

10. Dreams

11. Period dramas

12. Travelling - train, bus and plane

13. Chocolate

14. Tea

15. Love

16. Roller coasters

17. Long drives

18. Having a quiet conversation when it is quiet

19. Animated movies and cartoons

20. Playing with babies and infants

21. Taking photos

22. Painting my nails

23. Wearing eyeliner

24. Oiling my hair and tying two plaits

25. Looking through old things I have saved for memory safekeeping

26. Dancing with abandon

27. That energetic healthy feeling after working out at the gym

28. When my hair is played with

29. Way 'he' smiles at me

30. When I shower after sweating a lot in the heat and sun

31. New shampoo/soap/conditioner

32. Lip balms

33. Crying when I am feeling low, moody or hormonal

34. Jumping up and down

35. Doing any arithmetic in my head, computer or on paper

36. Reminiscing about the past

37. Planning for the future :)

38. Feeling very excited in the present ;)

39. Really writing or expressing and experiencing my feelings like water

40. Swimming

41. Star gazing

42. Moon gazing

43. Seeing friends after a very long time

44. The rain

45. Snow :)

46. Vodka with orange juice = Screwdriver

47. Wine

48. Candy Crush level clearing

49. Cake

50. Cheese fries

51. Chicken sausages

52. Chicken ham and spam (luncheon meat)

53. Jam

54. Bananas

55. Air plane food

56. Lemon

57. Powder

58. The colour yellow

59. My mom

60. Samosa

61. Taco Bell

62. Polish things

63. Breakfast cereal and muesli

64. Milkshakes

65. Momos

66. Karaoke

67. Stand up comedy shows

68. Poetry

69. Scrabble

70. Sunglasses

71. Floral wedges

72. Summer prints and dresses and tunics that cinch at the waist

73. Handmade soaps

74. Cookies

75. Bad jokes

76. Beaches

77. Laughing till it hurts

78. Inside jokes

79. Ironic jokes and puns

80. Smell of detergent

81. Smell of petrol

82. Hot water bag

83. Socks

84. Massages

85. Holding hands

86. Colouring books

87. Running

88. Water

89. Playing with a flame

90. Bubbles

91. Pay day

92. Towels comforters and bedsheets

93. Gzarniek

94. Sunflowers

95. Reading stories

96. Writing stories

97. Sunday

98. My sister

99. Her dog

100. Time

Spoken Word #1

"Let me tell you a story."

Everyday I would ask, "tell me something scary, I want to hear something that will freak me out. I want to get really messed up in the head. Tell me something scary."

And everyday she would come and say, "let me tell you a story."

And everyday it was the same story. And everyday I used to wonder, "there's nothing scary about this story. Why does she keep saying it the same way in the same delivery and tone and with the same pregnant pauses."

Fear belongs to the unknown. It cannot be anticipated. It can't be measured. It can't be bound by a limited imagination. Fear knows how to take and take it does, very well.

A morbid interest in dark unknowables

Anxiety to keep the sheets warm but your feet cold

Fear that's anticipated but always fucking underestimated

Nightmares that put Alice to shame

You would think it's the perfect recipe for insanity

She will tell you all you're mind is prepared to hear

What she won't tell you is that your curiosity will give you scalded fingers

It will poke holes in a seemingly strong sense of self

It will create existential doubt so profound

A mere mirror'd personify true terror

To decrypt is not to heal

Guess what though

Foregoing is

And Accepting is