one can only...

do so much.

one who has more than one passion
is therefore stuck.

i hate making priorities.
because everything is important.
and they should be since i acknowledge them.

its 8 in the morning.
its been school, read, knit, sew, chill, and now,
soon school again.

my minds not letting me stop
everything that i see gives me an idea.

貪一刻的樂極忘形。

one should be able to do
so much.

because im still up
doing stuff.


is it not weird
to hear a song
and get goosebumps?

and realize
its further than the lyrics one is relating to
its the whole feeling of the song
as the song has transformed itself
and became
the perfect definition
of an
indescribable feeling.


the bluntness of the melody
the rawness of the vocal
the complete naked exposure of the anxiety


why do we even need words?
its not even about words anymore is it?

like dancing
its not about your limbs
its the feeling from the core.

those like words and limbs
are only supplements
for the simple mind to relate
understand
and digest.

once you get across that
theres the reality
of which can not be suspended by words.
but only by that tingling
of feeling.



you know
but you do not reject
the undesirable reality
because
the part of knowing
is beautiful,
so beautiful that
it overrides the darkness of the real.

但我想跟你亂纏。

it just pulls you right back
to that feeling
that have not been present for a long time
but just like pulling a thread out from the fabric
the whole system collapses
the entanglement rushes in
the linen strangles together
it crunches up into a controlled chaos
and screams at you.
we're all here.


from darkness to day light
that brightness is weakened
by the contrasting bold table lamp
making day time withhold
just the same atmosphere
as its opposite.



strangers become families
when you observe their experience with
what you have experienced yourself.


a space
has the residue of feelings floating around
and when one goes into the space
the feeling engulfs them.



my ears are covered with the sound of music
blocked with the layers of puff on my headphones
delivering feelings through the pores
through so much barriers
feelings digest all those obstacles
and theres no where to hide
because you
are one
batch
of the indescribable.