Journal Entries
Journal entries
25th June,
Pardon the hand that once wrote with astonishing impudence that sunsets were better than sunrises. I had woken early this morning with the sole purpose of watching the sun rise and stumbled drowsily up to the terrace, expecting a glaring orb of sunflower tints, but was pleasantly surprised when a golden and blue frenzy of cloud met my gaze. I caught my breath and spun around, inhaling all the delightful freshness of the dawn. The sky was entirely covered in a single expanse of white cloud, breaking away here and there to reveal some soft lavender or violent cobalt. I strolled over to a ledge and seated myself upon it, my foot dangling a few foot above the ground, preparing to lose myself in a reverie. The place where the mountains usually were was shrouded in a fog so thick that the only things visible were the glistening peaks of the far off valley. I found myself thinking of the sea, for the entire thing seemed to be an elaborate imitation of the ocean. In the indented wave of the soft white cloud, in the unpredictable changes of tint, in the light twinkling upon the slim corners of a half broken drift, in the glints of the half risen sun from behind a pale golden shroud, every where I turned, there it was. And the sun ascended leisurely, flooding the mist covered valley with a light that transformed the whole range into a dreamy golden harbour. I have fallen in love with gold, not the crude yellow of the metal, but this intoxicating hue which has now adorned the sky with its gorgeous shades. And so the prodigal son has returned, I whispered under my breath, as my eyes traced the path of a swallow across the scene. I looked at the sun until tears started to my eyes and I could no longer bear the scorching intensity of her gaze, whereupon an old friend of the squirrel tribe wandered across to say good morning and all was forgotten and I now sit here, as a cool breeze blows, twirling a loose strand of hair and writing.
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Memorial
Sometimes is enough for one wish.
And a walk from the corner
And back under the trees and light
Is often enough for a thought to perish
And a million others to be born
From their graves
The way shells explode
Under the hills of tin men and grass
Long after the blood-bath is but an anecdote
A story for a hot summer's evening on the porch
Or a tale told on idle winters
Through the dislodged teeth of the old ones.
- pollosky-in-blue
“Perhaps dawn is lovelier than twilight, allusive of the light that arises from darkness, the peaceful assurance that night does not last forever. Or the cold drawing away of the veil, the assertion that disturbance always mars the idyllic dream of nightfall.”
petition for spotify to allow users to add notes to songs. like the violin solo at 3:43 is just <3
I see uber has upped their game
Frosted glass between rain and life
I run my hand through the same old withered branches,
Drenched in the same old tired rain,
Far away the sunset harbours the lost gold of
Odysseys gone by, and if the wind were to hide
Within it some unremembered glow from the land
Of unknown secrets, the evening will gently
Whisk away the covers of the coquette,
And reveal to us a maiden under the bent willow,
Sweet as the apples from the orchards where our dreams
Were buried. She will beckon for the children
To gather around the fire and tell them the story
Of Zerah and Zulamith, whilst we twist the
Slender branches of the cherry tree into a throne
Fit for the brides of heaven to recline on,
Place at the altar a wreath of dead roses,
And hope that the silent fragrance borne to the shore
Is enough for the sea to give up the child
She drew to her heart in death’s storm.
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And dare I tag anyone? @pollosky-in-blue perhaps you’ll like the story?
A fond insect hovering around your shoulder. I like Kafka, in case you're wondering.
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