i'm kneeling on my soft coconut-carpet as i call it because of its cream colour and a bit worn-off softness. perfect for the floor enthusiasts of my sort. cosy in orange semi-darkness, the walls are covered in a shadowplay of the small round lamp, just as if a hand-granade of tangerine feathers, leaves and butterflies burst and paused in the mid-motion.
so the carpet and the orange leaf-feathers hung in a glimpse.
and me on the floor browsing through my sketch folder, re-discovering the to-be-drawn pics. expect some new stuff here when i'm back to sweden and to my sweet analog set.
[metathought #1: why am i always ending up BABBLING about non-importances while i really have a short core-thought to pixelize into this place?]
i feel very tender. at the moment. never before have i cared less about christmas. just because. a very positive state, maybe it's just priorities. maybe it's my heart overwhelmed by an unknown-yet-well-known sweetness.
[metathought #2: if you by any chance have noticed the concentration of hifens in this text, you can probably imagine how well the wallfrozen tangerine butterflies correspond with the liminal phase i'm going through]
so it's coconut, tangerine, sweet and inbetween. still the world of surprise ice. everything seems to be a draft, just like this fragment of a pic i've never finished.
my lovely december transition, please lead my steps.
because i'm tender and intuitional, and trusting - something i once was harshly criticised for and told not to. yelled for not to. hurt not to.
i'm longing with a direction and all clocks point midnight.
so the carpet and the orange leaf-feathers hung in a glimpse.
and me on the floor browsing through my sketch folder, re-discovering the to-be-drawn pics. expect some new stuff here when i'm back to sweden and to my sweet analog set.
[metathought #1: why am i always ending up BABBLING about non-importances while i really have a short core-thought to pixelize into this place?]
i feel very tender. at the moment. never before have i cared less about christmas. just because. a very positive state, maybe it's just priorities. maybe it's my heart overwhelmed by an unknown-yet-well-known sweetness.
[metathought #2: if you by any chance have noticed the concentration of hifens in this text, you can probably imagine how well the wallfrozen tangerine butterflies correspond with the liminal phase i'm going through]
so it's coconut, tangerine, sweet and inbetween. still the world of surprise ice. everything seems to be a draft, just like this fragment of a pic i've never finished.
my lovely december transition, please lead my steps.
because i'm tender and intuitional, and trusting - something i once was harshly criticised for and told not to. yelled for not to. hurt not to.
i'm longing with a direction and all clocks point midnight.
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