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But standing between earth and sky, we are silenced by the sight. . . "
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"Away from the immense, cloistered in our own concepts, we may scorn and revile everything.
But standing between earth and sky, we are silenced by the sight. . . "
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As I have said in my main tumblr, I’m leaving soon to spend some time in a mental hospital and it might be long because I’ve been scheduled for the electroconvulsive therapy.
I was listening a lot to Sebastian Plano’s Impetus, so much overwhelming emotions and uncontrollable tears, will post a song to you guys.
Artwork // William Morris Hunt - The Snow Storm. 1859

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Song cover // Hu Jundi, Chinese (b. 1962), "The Story of a Girl and a Crane"
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“One Day You Will Be Free” is a stream of collective consciousness that talks about our full potential discovery and setting ourselves free from social norms, that often prevent us from accepting ourselves the way we are. “You’re rising high but fall so low” relates to material possessions and fame that we often long for as a solution for our inner battles. “Its dust will only make you glow” – by having fame you will “shine”for the others but not necessary for yourself. When the right time comes you will set yourself free in any form (open to interpretation), so the social mask you are wearing can be taken off and you will be able to ‘fly’. Bandcamp
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Apathy, the blunting of the emotions and the feeling that one could not care anymore is what I am tonight. My psychological status reduced to thoughts like cattle on an open field or green wet meadow grazing etc. is much happier than me. So primitive and silly coming from an educated person like me to be envious of animals for their freedom, but this is what I dream of right now after being assaulted and degraded today by my brother, and imprisoned to prevent me from getting a medical help or the police.
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Spellbinding melodies!

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Hi, I found myself going through this page again. I don't know how you've been doing lately but I hope you're safe and sound. You might get annoyed by this but its the only way I know you're still alive. I wish you all the best. Be healthy, be safe.
Not annoyed at all. I’m doing ok. If you are Wisam or Bakhitah I hope you too, living a good life. Thanks for asking and never stop following for good music.
I love your profile picture. Who's the artist?!
Sorry for late reply, really tried to find its information, but no luck :(
“no help for that” by Charles Bukowski, from You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, 1986.
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled
a space
and even during the best moments and the greatest times
we will know it
we will know it more than ever
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and
we will wait and wait
in that space.
Citizen: “Some years there exists a wanting to escape...”
BY CLAUDIA RANKINE
Some years there exists a wanting to escape—
you, floating above your certain ache—
still the ache coexists.
Call that the immanent you—
You are you even before you
grow into understanding you
are not anyone, worthless,
not worth you.
Even as your own weight insists
you are here, fighting off
the weight of nonexistence.
And still this life parts your lids, you see
you seeing your extending hand
as a falling wave—
/
I they he she we you turn
only to discover
the encounter
to be alien to this place.
Wait.
The patience is in the living. Time opens out to you.
The opening, between you and you, occupied,
zoned for an encounter,
given the histories of you and you—
And always, who is this you?
The start of you, each day,
a presence already—
Hey you—
/
Slipping down burying the you buried within. You are
everywhere and you are nowhere in the day.
The outside comes in—
Then you, hey you—
Overheard in the moonlight.
Overcome in the moonlight.
Soon you are sitting around, publicly listening, when you
hear this—what happens to you doesn't belong to you,
only half concerns you He is speaking of the legionnaires
in Claire Denis's film Beau Travail and you are pulled back
into the body of you receiving the nothing gaze—
The world out there insisting on this only half concerns
you. What happens to you doesn't belong to you, only half
concerns you. It's not yours. Not yours only.
/
And still a world begins its furious erasure—
Who do you think you are, saying I to me?
You nothing.
You nobody.
You.
A body in the world drowns in it—
Hey you—
All our fevered history won't instill insight,
won't turn a body conscious,
won't make that look
in the eyes say yes, though there is nothing
to solve
even as each moment is an answer.
/
Don't say I if it means so little,
holds the little forming no one.
You are not sick, you are injured—
you ache for the rest of life.
How to care for the injured body,
the kind of body that can't hold
the content it is living?
And where is the safest place when that place
must be someplace other than in the body?
Even now your voice entangles this mouth
whose words are here as pulse, strumming
shut out, shut in, shut up—
You cannot say—
A body translates its you—
you there, hey you
/
even as it loses the location of its mouth.
When you lay your body in the body
entered as if skin and bone were public places,
when you lay your body in the body
entered as if you're the ground you walk on,
you know no memory should live
in these memories
becoming the body of you.
You slow all existence down with your call
detectable only as sky. The night's yawn
absorbs you as you lie down at the wrong angle
to the sun ready already to let go of your hand.
Wait with me
though the waiting, wait up,
might take until nothing whatsoever was done.
/
To be left, not alone, the only wish—
to call you out, to call out you.
Who shouted, you? You
shouted you, you the murmur in the air, you sometimessounding like you, you sometimes saying you,
go nowhere,
be no one but you first—
Nobody notices, only you've known,
you're not sick, not crazy,
not angry, not sad—
It's just this, you're injured.
/
Everything shaded everything darkened everything
shadowed
is the stripped is the struck—
is the trace
is the aftertaste.
I they he she we you were too concluded yesterday to
know whatever was done could also be done, was also
done, was never done—
The worst injury is feeling you don't belong so much
to you—
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“I just don’t feel you’re trying hard enough,” one friend says to me. How can I tell her that not trying has become the whole point, the whole plan?
— Maggie Nelson, from Bluets

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“Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.” ― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis