Odilon Redon
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prologue
sans deuxième pensée.
heart
today's highlight sounded like FCEACE together. it will grow and i'm expecting the dance of flowers and the birth of clouds.. i am sneaking notes on the piano as my home sleeps...
i am nearing a place where my shoes are more comfortable to stand in. and the air looks lighter and easier to breathe. the gate is sparkling under the moon and the lights are on..
"and with everything she had left inside of her, she closed her eyes, dropped her shoulders, loosened her nerves and let go of everything. it all escaped in the sound of an exhale. the silhouette of a sigh. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
there's a scene in Once that feels so real to me. where the band is taking a break at the studio and the girl discovers a grand piano in one of the rooms. the guy finds her and she begins to play one of her songs, the hill. instead of just listening to the music, or even staring at her fingers as they grace the piano. he stares at her. watching her as if she was the music. its beautiful.
what does it mean to be sitting here at this hour wanting to heart-to-heart with another soul?
is it in there that i find my self?
because right now i'm feeling like it has been too long...
time feels like a horizonless desert.
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epilogue
i am tired and these thoughts feel too heavy to be passed...
"i have known them all already..."
2 comments:
and I have known the eyes already, known them all
So deep. Your writing took me back to a place and time when I felt the same. I never knew anyone else felt the SAME way. Can't wait for Bosch.
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