Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Too much light far too soon

I sleep all right, but still I'm so tired. It's that time of year, I guess. When the light wakes up before I do and hurts my eyes. Making mud from snow and hurrying the flowers up from their beds while I'm left way behind. I wish I was ready to flourish, I really do. But spring waits for nobody, and when reality comes around to shake me out like a dusty rug I manage nothing but falling to pieces. Springs are always the worst time of the year for me, so why would it be any different this time? There are so many things I'm sick and tired of. Never feeling good enough, for example. It seems to be fairly unrelated to accomplishments, too, which means there's no way out of it even if I would manage to live a productive life. Not that it's likely to happen. When just making it outside the front door is a struggle, how can I hope to contribute anything of consequence to the world?

Most of all I'm sick of being a student. And of smartphones.



We lie in bed
The wireless dancing through my head
Until I fear the space between my breath
I see an end to where I don't love you like I can
Cause I've forgotten how it feels (amen)
To love someone or thing for real (amen)
Darling when you wake, remind me what we've done
That can't be shared, or saved, or even sung


Love and moping,
Winterdragon

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Soon


Once I reached for love
Now I reach for life

So soon...
Winterdragon

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Inexplicable delight

Maybe sometimes happiness has a reason. But I think most of the time you simply find yourself with happiness thrust upon you, while you seek to rationalise to yourself the cause of this emotion. This has its uses, I'm sure; if you can identify correlations that may help you do things to increase your happiness. But I believe it is just as important to just indulge in the feeling. To be thankful for the inexplicable delights coming your way is a good exercise in finding happiness in whatever situation life throws you into. A lot of the time reasons are beyond our comprehension, anyway. We're not only subjugate to the chaos of this world, we are chaotic systems to our very nature.




Not that I think that maximising happiness is or should be the supreme goal of life. Emotional constancy would nullify the whole concept of happiness, and besides there are other more important and interesting values to strive towards. But it is nicer to be happy than to be sad, and so there is no shame in enjoying the heck out of it while it lasts. I found this music today. It fills me with happiness. I have no idea why, and I'm content to leave it at that.

Love and happiness,
Winterdragon

Monday, 6 February 2017

97 % trams

snöfall
stjärnfall
platt fall
trattpall
palla
jobba
orka
plugga
träplugg
husglugg
ugh

vinter
inte
viner
skiner
solsekiner
braskaminer
brinn
brinn
brinn
försvinn
in

kyla
skyla
långkalsong
för trång
vänta
stanna
stay
vilken grej
hej
nej

Kärlek och ord,
Winterdragon

A thousand nights, continued

One Thousand and One Arabian Nights, Vol 2 of 16One Thousand and One Arabian Nights, Vol 2 of 16 by Anonymous

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


A hundred and twenty-five nights into the layers upon layers of stories. Some further reflections:

- A night is anywhere between three and forty-five minutes long.
- The slutshaming knows no bounds.
- Shaharazad is my new idol. Them storytelling skills!

Despite the mostly outdated morals, I'm having a hard time not enjoying this.



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