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Flashback Forests: January 2012
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. January 02, 2012. Sometimes, when I am travelling back home from work, I shut my eyes. In the bus, in the car, in the train. Sometimes, life around me is a bit too overwhelming, even for me. I work in an industry where advertising and selling form the core of my job. Everyday. Everyday, we come up with ideas on how and where to show ads to people. Sounds that tell me I am alive. To a Younger Self.
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Flashback Forests: May 2014
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. May 22, 2014. I have imagined, often, what it must feel like, to die. Do I gradually lose awareness of my body, one part at a time and slip away? Do I become excruciatingly aware of it as the mind recedes and the life force that I am makes it's presence known? People do it all the time. My home is this promise of death. This promise of closure is why I live my story. My journey may be im...
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Flashback Forests: September 2012
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. September 13, 2012. And the incredible challenges it throws your way. No matter who it uses to get to you, it will always, eventually, bring your focus back to the one most important person in your life. And you, you will still not get it. You will still not get why your insides melt in quietude when you see a heron take flight against a thundercloud. When you embrace a lover. Links to this post.
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Flashback Forests: July 2013
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. July 08, 2013. When you are silent inside, you have very little to say outside too. Have you wondered why the world is so noisy? Because behind the noise, there is silence that makes it possible for us to hear it all. Can you tune everything out and listen? Try it. Listen anagrams to silent, after all. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. To a Younger Self.
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Flashback Forests: September 2014
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. September 02, 2014. The mother retreated. The child scrambled back into her chair, wiping tears and clutching at a pencil to fix her mistake. Her father glared at her. She caught a glance at her mother, ladle in hand, also glaring at her. She erased the equation and started again. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. To a Younger Self. Chapter 2 - Reminiscence.
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Flashback Forests: February 2012
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. February 17, 2012. It could be the smallest of things but it's often enough to carry over with your mind well into the next lifetime. The sound of a heart crumbling into pieces. The crushing inability to remember just the good that was done over the bad that happened. The incredibly difficult task of not maintaining a balance sheet of events, good, bad and somewhere in the middle. Look At This T...
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Flashback Forests: October 2013
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. October 02, 2013. Love is a need like no other. The terrible, unstable kind, yes? The wild, sweeping kind that rips every notion apart until only nothing remains. And you weep, your tears are diamonds. Or perhaps the luminescent, sublime kind. The soothing, balmy kind, that caresses every scar, contains tides until only stillness remains and your smiles are rainbows. Http:/ karma-and-some.bl...
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Flashback Forests: March 2012
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. March 22, 2012. On Why I Fight With You. Your voice is clear,. You wish I would change. You wish I would hear,. And not find it strange. I hear my voice,. Climbing in defence,. I wish I wouldn't lie. And drop my pretense. I wish you would say. What you felt underneath,. While I wish I would hear. What you had hid beneath. Tell me like it is,. Every colour, every note,. Tell me if you worry,.
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Flashback Forests: January 2013
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When the music races ahead of the song, in a world that does not exist in your reality, this is what you have. January 04, 2013. Women can be very Zen about the fact that men don't ask before making plans. It is the spiritually upright way to go about it. Or women can be deeply disturbed that men don't ask them before they plan the simplest course of action. They are right. Men do not "overthink", or for that matter, don't think at all about how the smallest of things can demonstrate who the boss is.
