It’s the sound of a voice, the soft beat of a drum, an accidental touch of a stray key, a voice calling someone, or something that was heard, with the eyes, seen with sound Continue reading “SYNESTHESIA”
The waves are easy. We let them out of ourselves without thinking. Everything we feel, everything we say, everything we do, is a trigger. And it becomes a wave. And the waves move around rooms, gardens, airplanes, trains, dance floors. Sometimes they meet with static waves, before those become waves, and blend into them to make something more physically perceivable; a reaction. Continue reading “TRIGGERS & WAVES”
Rejection is a plump, chubby, biggish, roly-poly kind of guy. It’s that guy that sits between you and anything you want, taking up two whole seats instead of one. He snores and drools on you while he sleeps through the long and torturous journey, soiling your clothes, your feelings. Then he pushes you aside. Continue reading “REJECTION”
There are very small, seemingly LONG moments in life in which every piece of reason gets lost. Every word gets bent out of shape and the present becomes completely…warped.
Sentences suddenly twist, facial expressions get distorted, and everything that weaves that instant gets perverted.
It brings me to ask myself if EVERY reaction and response that is obstinately contrary to previous behaviour is automatically a perversion. And are these perverse moments RIGHTLY perverse in order to make us change the aperture of our brain to take a different picture? Continue reading “PERVERSIONS”
I think I’ve just walked around one of the big circles that needed closure. I stepped back and admired it. It’s perfectly plump. I stuffed it with tears and many many laughs. I added conversations and sleepless nights of dwelling, pining, and full soundtracks to movies I edited in my brain. If I had more talent, I would have made it a bubble (sigh).
Now I’m floating outside the circle beginning a new one. This one started with spontaneous words. The words led to conversations. The conversations led to motivation. That motivation induced feelings. And those feelings are now mutating into different species of sensations which have led to different levels of sensibility.
It keeps popping up small circles inside it, around it. Circle after circle after circle.