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Through words I see…

A reflection of the face floating before me. Shimmering  eyes, so bright and vibrant. A look that slowly imposes itself upon the meanings words behold. One that lasts, and alternates to accommodate the sense of  words; words that brought them to life.

Through words I feel…

Alive.

A gradient of emotions that flows as words present themselves. An intensity; radiating, or fading, as words structure themselves together, as they materialize a subtle feeling, as they bring you, and myself, to life.

Through words I hear…

A voice, a whisper. So soft and distant. An echo, of meanings that collide within ourselves, meanings that stray; linger and loiter, then run away only to hide, once again, within ourselves.

And they still echo, they still whisper, a voice that rings a bell. A voice that purges ease into a crippled heart.

Through words…
My senses revel.

Through words…
I keep you close.

For only through words I can see, hear and feel you. Only, and only through them, I can bring your distant existence into subtle, yet significant, presence.

An aura, wafting within a closer proximity, sinking into the vacancy; filling  me up.

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Written pleasures

When people fail you, words serve you best.

The past three years have turned me into a woman whose emotional satisfaction is rather fulfilled through her mental intellect.

Quote, myself.

I have a lust for books, for there’s nothing that beats the smell of these old yellow pages. Sedating.

Doublethink

Posted: September 15, 2012 in Books, complexity, Life, quotes, Randoms
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To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it, to believe that democracy was impossible and that the Party was the guardian of democracy, to forget what it was necessary to forget, then to draw it back to memory again at the moment when it was needed, and then promptly to forget it again, and above all, to apply the same process to the process itself- that was the ultimate subtlety: consciously to induce unconsciousness, and then, once again, to become unconscious of the act of hypnosis you had just performed. Even to understand the word “doublethink” involved the use of doublethink.

From 1984 , George Orwell

Chance

Posted: September 1, 2012 in Books, complexity, Emotions, Life, Love, quotes, Randoms, Story
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… And if two beings thrown together, mutually attracted, resist the necessity, fail in understanding and voluntarily stop short of the- the embrace, in the noblest meaning of the word, then they are committing a sin against life, the call of which is simple. Perhaps sacred. And the punishment of it is an invasion of complexity, a tormenting, forcibly tortuous involution of feelings, the deepest form of suffering from which indeed something significant may come at last, which may be criminal or heroic, maybe madness or wisdom- or even a straight if despairing decision.

From “Chance” by Joseph Conrad.

I slip into my diary entries every now and then. This time, I slipped into this:

7-11-2011

… What is really so exciting about beginnings is actually the end! It’s why I start, where I aim… and where I eventually start off one more time of another uncertain beginning. Endings are just as good; if not even better. And it’s always up to you to mark such points on your timeline; in between is a climax you’re starring at…

The best part: it’s never what you think it is; it’s never the right point to mark and label. And you only realize that a while  later… Only when you decide to look back on your time line. Flashback…

It only makes sense in time.

“If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can only be grateful. ”

Theresa Osborne, Message in A Bottle.

Because if there’s any message anyone could, or would, send then no words would fit better than Nicholas Sparks’ …

“I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why–out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved–I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.”

There is nothing that has touched me just as much. Something about it, about the very last letter, somehow managed to move me. It wasn’t just a message; not from “Garret” to “Catherine”, not about them… To me, it was far beyond that,  far beyond the plot… It was something that spoke a story once chosen to remain unwritten…

Dear Catherine:

My life began when l found you…
…and l thought it had ended when l failed to save you.
l thought that hanging on to your memory was keeping us both alive.
But l was wrong.

A woman named Theresa showed me that…
if l was brave enough to open my heart
l could love again, no matter how terrible my grief.
She made me realize l was only half-alive.
lt scared me and it hurt.

l didn ‘t know how much l needed her till the night she flew away.
When that airplane took off, l felt something inside me tear away.

And l knew.
l should have stopped her.
l should’ve followed her home.

And now tomorrow, l’m going to sail to the windy point…
…and l’m going to say goodbye to you.
Then l’m going to go to this woman…
…and see if l can win her heart.

lf l can, l know you’ll bless me.
And bless us all.

lf l can ‘t…
then l’m still blessed because l’ve had the privilege of loving…
twice in my life.

She gave me that.

And if l tell you l love her as much as l loved you…
… then you’ll know the whole story.

Rest in peace, my love.

Garret.

I’d read the novel over and over again, and I wouldn’t really mind.

When a person like myself listens to this…

She ends up drawing this…

I am awaiting the sunrise
Gazing modestly through the coldest morning
Once it came you lied

Why the 1800’s dress? I still don’t know 🙂