I’ll drink to the feeling that coincides with that brief moment when you’re reminded that your capacity to love everyone in the room may well be limitless.
Venus significat humanitatem.
Patterns emerge as I observe the state of my perceptions. I have cleansed my sensations from the blemishes obstructing the lens of my perspective. Consciousness relays a sense of oneness outlasting the summation of all individual experiences. Isolation becomes a myth told in a vacuum by the anomalous soul, the misfit, the circumstantial junkie.
Tales
I’ve been getting flashbacks recently. Treasure box of childhood memories revealed. Nothing too sinister, no repressed abuse nor bullying – even flashbacks know the rules of sensibility. Vivid images of the neighborhood, the scent of my garden, interpretations of home, my father’s shaving paraphernalia, the piercing silence that echoed the sounds his footsteps made as he headed West of the river. Today I remembered that as a boy, I was fascinated by tails…what is this extension to my cat? The fifth leg conspiracy unravels, but its not a piece of accidental fur either. More importantly, why can’t I have one? I ranked my favorite animals by virtue of their tails. The lion was a favorite. Not for its dominion, but for the black ball of magical fluff at the tip of its tail distinguishing it from other predators. That tip obviously had special powers: its probably a spear when I’m not looking, or at least a wrecking ball. Hyenas were sleazy: spotted tails, disease ridden, unkempt and unsavory. Elephants with their delicate tails offering the counter argument to an otherwise intimidating physique – a telling clue to a gentler side.
This is loony bin talk…or so I’m told. I’m retreating into some old room in my head. Like that study in my house that no one has entered for twenty years. I guess Desna does, but only to make sure that the accumulated dust is kept at acceptable levels of abandonment. She too knows that you can’t totally dust off an old piece of antiquity, it would look out of place, diluting the tales it has to tell.
(Source: curioos-arts)
(Source: eclecticalexandria)
half nine never on time
