You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach in moments of heightened intuition?
I'm there.
And all because I just realized exactly how far I need to run.
I should be cussing at things around me, but I'm still, surprisingly, oh-oh-kay.

Reflections, briefly

I've been reading posts from over seven years ago (when I wrote as another person, elsewhere on the web-world). And I think back to me today. In some ways, I worry for me - I worry that somewhere in me, there is a tendency to great intensity and that I am going to, to borrow a phrase, "die a wistful death".

But, I've had enough of that intensity. I'm tired of this notion quiet acceptance of what one of the Witches calls a sense of helplessness in the face of intense love. And at this point, I absolutely refuse to die wistfully.
Deep breath.

Homework beckons. More, soon.

Kis, Kis ko batayeinge judaii ka sabab ham


I get the sense that I've been talking too much.
Mostly, this is a way of dispensing this crazy energy high that I'm on.
But, it is beginning to hollow me out.
Time for some silence, yeah?

I'm just back from watching Twilight "Eclipse". Fun company, lots of pop-corn and cola.

And seriously, the film was way better than I expected it to be. Thanks y'all who pushed my expectations to a new low.

...the way a fool would do, madly.

(To quote that little ditty)

I used to write as a way of spilling out the first thing on my mind and as a way of keeping the mind happily baggage free.

I stopped because I hated that it was becoming almost exclusively "comfort restoring stuff" - cryptic, pretentious comfort restoration at that.

I restart with new faith in growing older, staying younger and in the hope of being as honest as a rabid fox.
Ha!