I’ll like to do this…
December 4, 2011 · Filed under beauty, love, my life, thoughts, writing · Tagged life, love, reflections, thoughts
- “I’d like to have time to kneel and smell the flowers, get pollen all over my face and have bees chase me around for being nosy.
- I’d like to remember the smell of an early morning; get up with the sun and be the first Eve who ever walked on Earth, naked. Does anybody know what dew is?
- I’d like to reach a higher scale in my shower symphony, compose an opera piece on the spot and splash the bathroom walls with notes. Wash all my sins away with organic soap.
- I’d like to sit still until all fear starves itself and silence is OK; breathe deeply in some universal chest like a healthy organ. And then be born and curious about the world again, pointing at things with chubby fingers, because they are so fresh and new, they haven’t been named yet.
- I’d like to answer all my phone calls and mean the how-are-yous and not save my honesty until all the good-byes have been sentenced over my wireless head.
- I’d like to be a friend of insects and men. Not be afraid of mirrors. Not even scream at spiders.
- I’d like to yogalise my poses, buddhalise my prayers, jesusise my love and hindulise my smile.
- I’d like to whisper to only a few people under a blanket instead of shouting at hundreds over the internet rooftops.
- I’d like to put a heart in every word even if it ends up so beaten that I run out of all my seven lives before my grave is finished.
- I’d like to love you out loud, not only in the dark cave of my mind, with bats hanging out of my eyes, in the opposite direction.
- I’d like to speak in complete sentences, instead of SMSing E-people with LOL-lives always in !!!!! demand for + Facebook #Likes. I’d like to kiss with my lips instead of XO with my keyboard.
- I’d like to love my neighbour even when his f***ing TV drives me so f***ing crazy I could reach across the f***ing wall and pull out the morning-show f**ks through the TV screen and get them another f***ing job that doesn’t degrade humanity.
- I’d like to be 100% recyclable, untraceable, not remembered, only perceived, non-violent, transparent, like water; donate all my organs, leave only footsteps on a beach, not carbon footprints on my future children’s faces.
- I’d like to take naps, lots of naps, preferably in a swing or by a fireplace, preferably in the sun, with a dog drooling over my feet; and never have to hear the sound of another alarm clock again.
- I’d like to write letters – at least once a month, with real ink on thick, recycled paper, and seal them with my ring on candle wax; send them away with a carrier pigeon and then wait patiently for the answer, looking down from a castle window. Not type up anxious atoms on a screen, click, double-click to open, close and open, close again, why-won’t-you-charge, brainless, annoying piece of s**t?
- I’d like to have some faith, just any faith that I can walk on water and not drown; and even if I didn’t have that faith, jump off the boat with no lifesaver, anyway; especially during Shark Week.
- I’d like to hear some real birds chirp over my shoulder, not blue, dead birds tweet hashtags with my fingers.
- I’d like to finish all the books I start. Review the universal story through every pair of glasses. And after all is said and done, be even more certain that I know nothing yet.
- I’d like to love and lose and love again, and lose and love and lose again, because what else is there to do.
- I’d like to get up once a week with no other agenda than laziness in bed, and eating breakfast for dinner, off a blanket. And stay alive like that in bed. 24 hours. Alone. Always alone.
- I’d like to sit with old people and understand why they’re not in a hurry, rest for a few minutes at the shade of their deep and heavy, bulldog wrinkles; and listen to the stories they tell from when the world didn’t use to end.
- I’d like to believe that we’re not just numbers plus minutes plus blood, but human issues glued together and dangerously alive; and like all great short stories, we sound familiar, but haven’t really happened any place or time before.
- I’d like to have kids so they can remind me of all the things I used to know when I arrived into the world. And when my kids forget, I’d like grandchildren.
- I’d like to be more than a word, a sentence or a paragraph. I’d like to be an entire chapter, or better yet, a novel. Be written in detail. Survive the darkness. Rephrase the light.
- I’d like to think with no thoughts that the heart is its own country, in which I am allowed without a passport, or any kind of name.
- And write with no fingers on that flickering life that passes as we write, incessantly, about how life is passing through our fingers.”
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Writing Jobs said,
December 4, 2011 @ 1:21 pm
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Mmerci Encore said,
December 4, 2011 @ 3:32 pm
Do itttt!
ngyilian said,
December 19, 2011 @ 11:25 pm
Am in the midst! ;)