I am in good company

The wind greets with a smile.
The wind speaks in poems.
The wind makes us feel like we're time travellers.

Please feel the wind, friends!

It is a blessing.

My life was spent staring at the night waves
Clasping the soul of the shifting sands
With an enduring tide that proudly raves
Of a lunar grip and its unseen hands

My life was spent studying a vermilion star
Slowly setting on the bare horizon
Like an abiding, gentle kiss from afar;
The humble scent of a noble mission!

My life was spent trusting the voiceless tears
Of weighted clouds, embracing the swaying greens
As they reach for the roots and buried fears
With ethereal allusions of what sincerity means

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Remember

It's raining. I recognize this rain. I like this rain.

The little that I am

Brown. Green. Pink. Blue.

and White.

It's so loud and silent at the same time.

Have a listen.

Sincerity

The moon's humility has left me speechless yet again at this hour.

I shall go to sleep.

And let my soul relearn what it truly means to be horizontal.

Everybody's walkin' like the new kid in town

For strength, we seek for our weaknesses.
In strength, we see our weaknesses.
With strength, we understand our weaknesses.

- - - 

There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar
Great expectations, everybody's watching you
People you meet, they all seem to know you
Even your old friends treat you like you're something new

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town
Everybody loves you, so don't let them down

There's talk on the street, it's there to
Remind you, that it doesn't really matter which side you're on.
You're walking away and they're talking behind you
They will never forget you 'til somebody new comes along

Oh, my, my
There's a new kid in town
Just another new kid in town

I tried. I shall do better.

Yesterday was a tiring day for me. I think, and I hope, I was sincere. Perhaps I just didn't know how to remind them of the reason why I volunteered to open up my place. I didn't know how to explain the things they should or shouldn't do. My patience was being tested. I got offended multiple times. Please be kind and mindful. You don't know what's going on. It was draining.

My apologies, friends.

But thank you (:

I feel

I feel young, and I feel old.
I feel like a stranger, and a familiar soul!

What a blessing.

Speaking of blessings, the semester's starting. It's time to hit the road. I'll use my feet this time. I wonder what it feels like being barefooted again.

Today, I turned back time with the sound of music.

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
That rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze

To laugh like a brook when it trips
and falls over stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark
who is learning to pray

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more

- - -

I remember now, the hills are alive! Very much alive!

2015 - Alive, with the one who lives

I learned a little something last year. I truly learned a little something. I learned that there are lots to be learned, about living, and dying. I also learned that 2015 is the most significant year in my life thus far.

It is. It really is.

My apologies, words are failing me. If you truly want to understand, here:

 

Hope it helps.

Owl. I'm an owl.

- - -

Something's weird. I need to fix myself.

Self-empathy.

Habseligkeiten

(n.) few, paltry belongings one finds special, whose values evolve from personal meanings and from the happiness and sentiment of having these certain objects.

Pleasant

There's something uniquely peaceful about this midnight rain. It makes us understand.

Thank you.

The first three for the fire

Be aware of our subconscious mind. Be in continuous control of our intentions. Purify the heart. Let it be our thoughts. Then let it move our limbs. And if we do speak, let it be our only voice.

I'm truly afraid of myself.