Brightness

November 30, 2016

piano

I am bright with the wonder of you
And the faint perfume of your air

I am bright with the wonder of you
You being far away or near

I am bright with the wonder of you
Warmed by your eyes’ blue fire

I am bright with the wonder of you
And your mind’s open store

I am bright with the wonder of you
Despite the dark waiting I endure

I am bright with the wonder of you.

Gloria Rawlinson

What Will I Remember?

November 30, 2016

snow

What will I remember?
What will I forget?
When this life is ending, and gone
What will I regret?
If tomorrow I don’t wake up, what happens?
My sunrise, or sunset?

If I never were born
If I never died
Would it even matter at all?
What should I decide?
I always imagined I’d mean something to someone
If I won’t, ‘least I tried

When my body suffers
When to breathe is pain
Is it really madness to think…
Think of breaking this chain?
Is the future mine?
God knows I have a past
Where’s my second chapter?
Or will the first also be my last?

Is my story over
If I fall asleep?
Would anybody find me?
And would anybody weep?
I can’t even pretend I care
But songs I’ll never sing…
Well that means something…
Yes, that means something…

Emilie Autumn

putting-him-right

Imagine a society that subjects people to conditions that make them terribly unhappy then gives them the drugs to take away their unhappiness. Science fiction? It is already happening to some extent in our own society. Instead of removing the conditions that make people depressed modern society gives them antidepressant drugs. In effect antidepressants are a means of modifying an individual’s internal state in such a way as to enable him to tolerate social conditions that he would otherwise find intolerable.

Theodore Kaczynski
Industrial Society and Its Future

Rain

November 30, 2016

rain

Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.

Sylvia Plath
The Unabridged Journals, 26 August 1956 in Paris

terrifyingly beautiful

November 30, 2016

beautiful-woman

You are unexplored, unusual, and terrifyingly beautiful. And only a few will know how to love you without breaking you and making you dangerous.

Nikita Gill
To the Heartbroken Ones on this Night