Things.
They are so not for me nowadays.
I feel exhausted.
I feel weak, helpless, incapable.
I dont want to blame anyone for this feeling that I have now.
I dont want to point fingers at people for pushing me to my emotional limits.
I dont want to be affected by words. By prejudice.
And those desire not to be harsh, caused me to burst like a buble with no way of being put back together again.
I AM EMOTIONALLY BRUISED. IM CROOKED.
MY SOUL IS THIN & CRISP —it could break.
Late bloomer hits again. Hihi
Just finished watching the film, and again, like the other movies with that same genre, I got moved.
Juno movie is so impressive. It just encapsulates ill-remembered subjects of this earth without getting too preachy, or fictionally wholesome.
I love the prejudice part, of how people woud assume Juno to be less sexually active due to her boyish angst. I love how they tackle the brighter options of having an a baby at a wrong time. I love how love was involved no matter how radical the plot was.
I also love the music part, on how they would insert in their scripts snippets about music. I love the soundtrack. I love how they deprived with a long dramatic soundscore the crying-Juno-inside-a-car scene . That portion tells us that the sound of crying is the best sound that can help manifest authentic sadness. No complicated riffs or orchestral fits. Simply, just the short gasps for air, just the sobs.
Juno makes it to the list of my favorite movies along with Garden State, 500 days, The Reader, An Education, Almost Famous.
Laid back.
Just enough to trim sharp soul edges.
Exhausting day it was, that’s why I need the soothing sound for aid.
Just have to wait like a shit.
Be beautiful, be the best,
until he gets it,
I’m the one he wants too.
there to talk,
Give insights of their long walk,
You can’t be of nothing but an infant
With eyes wide open, and ears all eager
And mind not if deemed as beginner.
This is the time you become one with earth
When you’re a soft paper
with surface ready to be written on
and fibers ready for absorption.
A hindrance there seems nothing,
but for the vulnerability
and weakness that might show
when you’re dared to capture all.
They pause your blank desires
And give way for the inner clamour,
that has been there burning like fire.
When random creatures speak,
You rest and become meek
You want to be of that creature too
for a creature
who’s blind and lost
who erringly thinks that dreams are nothing but a ploy
Of life’s unceasing hide & seek.
