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Been too long since I had one of these.
Anyone remember reading Harry Potter in their childhoods. Those mischievous days. Now remember reading about Felix Felicis, the liquid luck potion. Oh how fortuitous would have been for our evil plans back in the day, if we had just a drop of that potion.
I find myself in a similar position ten years later. So many obstacles ahead and feels like I'm trampling blind, crushing over little things, without that feeling that I can always take the right road. There's too much at steak (I always misspell when hungry).
This didn't come out of nowhere. Was dreaming about my childhood crush last night which is Hermione, bringing me the Felix Felicis. The scene ended from a lowered angle, so I look like a hero, my arm tightly wrapped around Hermione, who's kissing me on the cheek.
Fuck my mind.
Anyone remember reading Harry Potter in their childhoods. Those mischievous days. Now remember reading about Felix Felicis, the liquid luck potion. Oh how fortuitous would have been for our evil plans back in the day, if we had just a drop of that potion.
I find myself in a similar position ten years later. So many obstacles ahead and feels like I'm trampling blind, crushing over little things, without that feeling that I can always take the right road. There's too much at steak (I always misspell when hungry).
This didn't come out of nowhere. Was dreaming about my childhood crush last night which is Hermione, bringing me the Felix Felicis. The scene ended from a lowered angle, so I look like a hero, my arm tightly wrapped around Hermione, who's kissing me on the cheek.
Fuck my mind.
My Third of the Apple Pie
Life's a big apple pie cut into thirds. Your employer confiscates one. Mice eat another one while you sleep (or cats in my case). A third is left entirely for you. You can eat it while writing poetry, while making love to a wonderful woman/man, while riding your bicycle around town or while playing sweet licks on your guitar. That last third tastes sweet, tastes sour, it's small and it's big, but at the end of the day you can do whatever you want with it. It's yours. Either savour it slowly or devour it. Make it the highlight of your day. The meal to look forward to.
More shallow laurels
Just found out I won a short story competition organized by my university, and placed second at a competition for poetry in English judged by the editor Jamie Osbourne of the international magazine "The Missing Slate". Lately, these kind of news are rotten food; can't feed the soul with them, can't buy real food for the stomach with them. Thus I commence a quest to find the spiritual and corporeal livelihood in my writing.
The Times They Are a-Changin'
As Bob remarked a while back, we cannot stand against the onslaught, we'll break and be swept away. My vain nature and head-strong foolishness has got me in many a trouble, and I cannot seem to let go of that part of me. With every mistake I make, my cynical nature just reaffirms itself, and it makes me kinda masochistically satisfied. There are people that once enjoyed my company, but are now disgusted by my hideous bullhead. Keeping all this in mind I am yet searching for satisfaction in letting things go...
Stumbling towards the goal
Just found out that I won a prestigious competition organized by the Cambridge Radio 105, and poet Patrick Widdess. After having a hellish week, where I got lost, my health deteriorated, I lost my wallet with all my money, this news surely pulls me out of the flood. I might be hungry, red-eyed insomniac, but recognition keeps the wolves at bay.
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