I enjoy them.
They’re one of the rare things that make me stop and think.
The flashing of lights makes me see things differently.
The roaring silences every unnecessary thought.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.– Matthew 6:34 (NIV)
Everything seems like a lie.
Parts taken out of a whole to be compromised.
And I just can’t make sense of anything.
Or maybe I can, but I just don’t want to accept the reality of what has actually happened.
I don’t know if I can accept things simply anymore.
I feel like I don’t really know anything.
flower gleam and glow. let your powers shine. make the clock reverse. bring back what once was mine. heal what has been hurt. change the fates’ design. save what has been lost. bring back what once was mine.
The past lives on in art and memory, but it is not static: it shifts and changes as the present throws its shadow backwards. The landscape also changes, but far more slowly; it is a living link between what we were and what we have become. This is one of the reasons why we feel such a profound and apparently disproportionate anguish when a loved landscape is altered out of recognition; we lose not only a place, but ourselves, a continuity between the shifting phases of our life.— Virginia Woolf
Happy New Year’s Eve!