Wear your body loosely and move comfortably: 28 de octubre de 2013
Knowledge as attractive, feeling like I’m not learning and progressing and becoming more self-aware. Get a mentor, wear your body loosely and move comfortably, slouchy, act as if your body is such an un-burden that you don’t even notice it, it’s cuz you are a dancer. I like your calm voice and your experience, the way your hands are slow moving wings of a bird under a gray sky.
Nothing new to think about or analyze, my creativity fading evenly, fog under a rising sun. Not wanting to be a part of this world anymore, the world of middle-class America, suffering in suburbs and classrooms, irrelevant info scrambling the sound waves, damp light fading successively into smaller and smaller boxes. The formality of a school room is a damper on my mood. Wanting to talk to particular people, hoping I’ll meet people like me, or unlike me, but like me in particular aspects.
Love for travel and learning and adapting and quiet and obsessed with knowledge and secret hip-hop artists and funky tunes to dance to at big parties where you talk to everyone. Asking questions, writing, dreaming, creating, thinking, laughing, drinking wine and smoking weed and not talking under candles in tiny balconies with plants.
It’s a warm night and we’re romanticizing the past, breathing in the now, speaking another language, comparing ideas from concepts found in a book, explaining how weed helps us pretend and create vibes to play around with, how it helps when the world is pulling us down, when our ideal selves depend on a different place, different people, a different language.
Nonchalance, flowers in a jar, summer storms, wool sweaters and mountains, worn shoes, feeling your body when you’re running and consciously trying to modify it so that it is quality form and is good for you and won’t hurt you. Athletes, skateboarders, pushing limits, grungy bars and friends and projects. Art exhibits, graffiti, chasing a boy at night through city streets, soccer in the streets, hide and seek, commanding your body, Barcelona-all-night-party vibes, nimbuses exploding everywhere like fireworks behind your eyes.
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