so tomorrow i leave,
its slightly sad, but hope lies in the fact that the new year brings change, happy change, all around =)
i've finished three books in the past 2 weeks and i feel ecstatic, i love reading, its an experience that cannot be defined, it transports you elsewhere, where the only existence you're conscious of is that of your mind and you eyes, its like the rest of you isn't even there. i love feeling that way, conscious only of my mind.
i want to remain sane, not go mad with this vortex of emotions i somehow find myself experiencing all the time. its so wonderful to be human, to be blessed with the power to think and create. i dont know where im heading with this post, but whatever it is, the journey makes me happy, everything needn't be a state function, that's what architecture has taught me so far.
when im happy, i dont seem to need anybody, i should be happy all the time!
well anyway, ill just leave you with some sort of poetry i assume i'll be able to string together if i try.
the delirious flow of inspiration
left her breathless, suffocated with possibility
the tide within could evoke eternal flight
such was the pleasure
words always disappointed her
the need to define overwhelmed
the desire to manifest, invigourated
whoopsie-daisy
stone face loves her
