my soul birthday arrives
on the day a bearded jewish man
emerges from the holy cocoon of death,
grinning chapped lips into the light of day.
two years ago today
i emerged from a daze
into a confused epiphany.
i awoke in the middle
of a dream.
the earth swirled with color, and every sense
was enriched with a golden hue.
laughter burst like water from the fountain of my belly.
the music warped the world
grass, green as emeralds
beneath my jewel-hungry toes
i explode and implode
until all that’s left is the shell
whose swirling inside
has finally slowed down.
two years ago today,
i stretched my consciousness like taffy
and rewound the tapes
that wire together my memories.
video update of my dreads on the happiest day of the year! :D :D
"A writer is a world trapped in a person."
Victor Hugo (via maxkirin)
"Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle (via stxxz)
"Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."
Franz Kafka (via psych-facts)
"The most spiritual person, as the strongest, find their happiness where others would find their destruction: in the labyrinth, in hardness against themselves and others, in experiments. Their joy is self-conquest: asceticism becomes in them nature, need, and instinct. Difficult tasks are a privilege to them; to play with burdens that crush others, a recreation. Knowledge-a form of asceticism. They are the most venerable kind of people: that does not preclude their being the most cheerful and the kindliest."
Friedrich Nietzsche (via modernshxmxn)