#баловство
#trappedintheamberofthismoment
Inhale. Exhale. Stare into the distance. It’s been months now, but the memory of that day is still clear. I was walking home from a wedding with a splitting headache (courtesy of the usual suspects) and very sore lips (courtesy of a beautiful bridesmaid), yet feeling almost weightless. I could very well have been floating upwards against the rain, into the clouds of indeterminate color, but invisible ropes that bound me to all the people I love also moored me safely to the ground. It’s spring now: slow, almost lazy water still hasn’t stopped trickling down from the rooftops, under my collar, into my drink, into the storm drains. We are the dam that holds back the enormous pressure of change, the flaying waves of history. We are never alone, for without each other we’d be thrown off the planet by the force of its own motion. We are but knots in a net that spans the world, rising and falling with its ebb and flow, sharing both high and low points of our collective existence. It’s still cold and lonely out here on the balcony, but I can feel my invisible bonds vibrating through the air, arching above the rooftops like ancient bridges to other parts of the city. A complex structure of thought, emotion and counterbalance, with no other purpose but to send and receive the same message over and over. We are never alone. You are not alone.
#trappedintheamberofthismoment
Inhale. Exhale. Stare into the distance. It’s been months now, but the memory of that day is still clear. I was walking home from a wedding with a splitting headache (courtesy of the usual suspects) and very sore lips (courtesy of a beautiful bridesmaid), yet feeling almost weightless. I could very well have been floating upwards against the rain, into the clouds of indeterminate color, but invisible ropes that bound me to all the people I love also moored me safely to the ground. It’s spring now: slow, almost lazy water still hasn’t stopped trickling down from the rooftops, under my collar, into my drink, into the storm drains. We are the dam that holds back the enormous pressure of change, the flaying waves of history. We are never alone, for without each other we’d be thrown off the planet by the force of its own motion. We are but knots in a net that spans the world, rising and falling with its ebb and flow, sharing both high and low points of our collective existence. It’s still cold and lonely out here on the balcony, but I can feel my invisible bonds vibrating through the air, arching above the rooftops like ancient bridges to other parts of the city. A complex structure of thought, emotion and counterbalance, with no other purpose but to send and receive the same message over and over. We are never alone. You are not alone.
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