too much i can say about the past few weeks, it was roller coastery
landing me on the land of crisis - but ultimately landed, with my feet on solid ground
the successive skype therapy gave me good FORZA
and now this is my anchor i hold on to my port that i set my eye on to continue with my sail
rough sea or boring lake
still pretty scenaries
tuning perspectives
i didn't know what i want and i was scared
but who does
being scared is a good sign - it means you think and you ponder, you care and you try hard to figure it out
futile or not
maybe destined to be futile - no alternative
still good
some dose of blind optimism
things can always go worth - and things can always go better
what's the tragedy - one oughtta spit the phlegm
i just think the story of hatred will make the best-sell list but
why write if its melodramatic and full of hatred and grieve
let it go and let it be
blur the lines
read
just read about slavery: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavery
and its history - a chapter in Inhuman Bondage: The Rise and Fall of Slavery in the New World by David Brion Davis
- gets me thinking: how was brutality put up with, human commoditized and monetized, and the extent skin color determine ones' life is utterly horrifying - worse and better, always worse and better.
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