We’re growing fond of ghosts, again. Over and over, perhaps, just like an ancient curse dwelling on the outline of our shadows. But they treat us in such delightful ways, that we forgive them for everything, even when they hurt our trust and our pride.

We love them, and yet we couldn’t say how much or why exactly, but merely because things just fit into place. We love them, and yet we can’t share it with them, hoping however that they have long since understood it, the same way we understand them when they say something that makes no sense and yet we can find meaning in it.

Thus, for split seconds, we can forget that they are phantasms… and actually allow ourselves to dream.

Obsessive song of the day: Lara Fabian – The Dream Within.

Categories: Nonsense
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What do you do when everything you once knew and loved is gone before you even realize it? What do you do when you feel like everyone betrayed you? What do you do when you know you deserved so much more, for everything you gave away out of unconditioned love and sheer hope? What do you do when you don’t know what to do anymore? What do you do when all you would do is cry and scream – a mother who lost her child… all over again.

And your head feels like it’s spinning too fast, and your eyes hurt and can’t take it, while your mind feels like it’s been stepped over by the rails of a tank. And your heart – writhing like a fish out of water, no more than a couple of spasms – now lies broken.

You cared too much, again.

Obsessive song of the day: Coma – Morphine.

Categories: Nonsense
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A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness – a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild…

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It was like a trap, and all his instinct resented it and revolted against it. It was a mad revolt. For several minutes he was to all intents insane. The basic life that was in him took charge of him. The will to exist of his body surged over him. He was dominated by this mere flesh-love of life. All intelligence was gone. It was as though he had no brain. His reason was unseated by the blind yearning of the flesh to exist and move, at all hazards to move, to continue to move, for movement was the expression of its existence.

(Jack London – White Fang)

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The easiest way to replace addictions is through other – less harmful – addictions. And this seems to work with habits, as well as hobbies, spare time activities, job routines or even feelings.

Stars fall, stars die, stars get born… and we follow our own patterns, taking proud and graceful steps on the ways we uncover ahead.

Obsessive song of the day: Juno Reactor – Masters of the Universe.

Categories: Thoughts
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