Remember your purpose: 25 de mayo de 2015
Remember your purpose.
Carelessness will never be rewarded.
You must do everything with utmost thought and precision, dedicated to quality, willing to follow only anything truly just. Don’t let the details trap you, don’t feel bad if you can’t remember all the positive vibes at once. Don’t feel bad if you can’t remember a single positive vibe. Just let your perception of memory fill you, then fade with time and eventually pass. Now is only a “then-place,” a “do-or-die,” an even or an odd. Why do we think that our choice, our decision, is necessary or accurate?
I’m so crazy, I’m your muse, you know you want me. I’m a sexual, intuitive monster; approach at your own risk, man. I say nothing true, I change my color, I switch drivers. How could you ever know?
To convey your meaning truly and perfectly to another person is love.
Right now I am only the blood-red-colored vessel of the next you, speaking. There are many of us, you know this. But you assume eight, más o menos, and it’s infinitely wrong.
Answers to forgotten questions. Questions and doubts you had of yourself but they faded with your progressing maturity. And now you’re perfect and sexy and taut. You’re strong and all there and totally nervous. And it’s so exciting.
Things:
having nothing to say, a cup of coffee and a cat in my lap and a white, milky sky. Hangnails and tv shows and a disorganized room. A hefty book of adventures of the past. Pushy people that are inclined to tell you that you’re doing it wrong, and I don’t respond. I close up like a sensitive sea urchin, withdrawing my sense receptors, closing my eyes, leaving the room. Hiding in empty spaces and listening to my own breath soften, relax. Running clothes and cool air and trying to wake up early enough to catch breakfast.