independence day

truly a day of independence - exploring and composing words of my own, definitions that capture observances that strengthen how we approach problems: Source 1, Source 2, cringe obstacles

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soft morning sounds fade in through the window, car echoes slipping from the pebble-strewn street and levitating to hug the trees in the suburban landscape. quiet tones fill up the waking blankets, never organized, and a delicate array of petals drift about, sinking away, to the earth. this street could be a lily pond.

maybe the inspiration should stretch to make others see through your eyes: to captivate and inspire others to do good work, to live up to values, and alter all those things we never think about.

it's a pretty serious time for change, adjusting my view, yet it's important to never look too good nor talk too wise. stay humbled and kind, but the aloofness should never degrade to eery icicles dripping from poorly insulated ceilings, ready to drop, stone cold. instead it should be a quiet warmth, perhaps a candle, that directs it's kind light and heat this way and that, occasionally settling to be someone's bonfire.

why mind writing is important

mind writing: just spilling your mind out in writing. why do it?

-unify conscious and unconscious
-materialize thoughts as a whole

-the power of knowing the true name - you get closer to it
-improved sensitivity to the world, observation
-improving communication, articulation
-augmenting calm reflection, 'feel' instead of think; world peace tendencies

crack, thunder, snap awake

we write so often but don't read the journeys of others closely. what comes of this then, words lost to a void...

this art; feel

what kind of people, what community, to strive for? they may never even be there to embrace each other in the same room. I may never feel their touch, so why create this community? sometimes, you don't know what you're looking for. maybe you want this peace and anonymity rather than enduring the barks and calls of the world; you're sensitive, after all.

it all comes down to the goals, the feelings you want to embody. a peaceful life could follow from working in an existing realm. only start something meaningful - better than creating a monster or a distraction. maybe games are the delicate, picturesque creation that can truly tell something meaningful about the world around you. a quiet story. the story that remains in on hearts as we live out our lives. there must he something beautiful there. text. speech. gathering experiences, words from the world. living a life of words. I think that is a cute world to create. from text. something artistically small that you can fit in a locket and carry with you around your neck.

something about reading and art. a tiny art project. cute like that.

a cute, tiny art project

gather words from the web. tell a short, quiet story of someone's. engage by having the ...

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I finally figured out what the hell this is! It's a unifying experiment, trying to bring my unconscious and conscious together - with every word, every outlandish merging of scraps from the corners and depths of a mind, letting each thotdrop rise to the surface take whatever sculpted form it takes - whatever word it feels most nearly encloses its identity.

woodwork

I'd like to know more people who make silence so enjoyable. more people who can feel their surroundings so closely, be touched by the subtleties.

prayer keeps me grounded, anchors me to this calm paradise, self-discovered. it wouldn't hurt to know someone who could also taste this peaceful quiet too, though. you must create your own happiness before others can enrich it.

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serendipitous encounters with kind strangers who show me their condo and drive me to my place to stay.

the woodworker who puts "all his love" into his work – his amazing work that takes what we discard and turns it into masterpieces. this man, an inspiration.

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a perfect place for quiet thoughts, reflection, independent exploration before the frenzy arrives for the summer. these next few days will be for recollection, calm, growth;

peace, subtleties, yearning, loss – it's trapped inside this container that is me, this container that grows smaller the more time I spend interacting with others, but bigger the more time I spend by myself. or is it the other way around?

kind strangers' freshly minted words bandage my bleeding cuts; but the people I know, the ones who don't say what I wish they would, that hurts the most.

going forward

probably not entirely fair, how it works – but it's over now...

a pillage of thoughts and words, green chairs on blue lawns, orange skies on white chocolate clouds and spurts of quiet. practice practice practice, and when you pause to take a breath, it's there, to relax, to calm down; to keep thoughts to yourself; there's not much..

law walks by and wonders if there's anything left. he had been training on his own while I was away for the semester. not punching numbers in a calculator, but running, stretching, juggling knives in the air, breaking spells from glares from strangers; coldness and sensitivity, trained at once.

but it's nice to find a deeper warmth glowing in fiction. the greatest friends come from anywhere, and the time you spend with them feels just right. we celebrate our quiet, independent hours in a comfort only we understand. those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.

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we tend to owe our greatest gratitude to those very things we take most for granted.

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soft hums of planes overhead. I'll be on one soon, with ev and law by my side, and we'll play about and relax in the coming gardens we have. exciting. I don't feel a dark cloud overhead; actually, I feel a soft glow from the ground beneath my feet, almost making me levitate into the air. 

I dislike the smirks I sometimes see. even worse, the cold words that accompany that false but seemingly genuine smile. I saw that today, and it hurt, the viciousness, but now law is binding up the wounds and throwing knives at the invisible wall that came up to knock it down. it's none of the person's business anyway - a passive-aggressive remark on personal desires; the peace and quiet is a lot calmer with the wall come falling down on her; death, in the dark passage storm cloud kind of way. law and ev each do the genuine smile that's truly from the heart, the kind that melts barriers and draws hugs; real people that feel; relatable; not that silent arrogance that lights fires and burns corpses and makes lightning want to strike twice each time you try to leave your car.

rain falls, the ground is wet, it's safe to walk, the stream in the sky is a beacon of hope, or a foretelling of good times ahead.