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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 5 hours ago
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I think one things that's difficult
when you're learning new ways of being
is the stark difference in feeling
where you are truly loved and respected
and how you were taught to be treated
that's quite a range isn't it
so many complex emotions
quite a few substances
two looming weeks of tiny
bits of crisis and adjustments
I don't mind the discomfort once I'm in it
but staring at it coming sort of
threatens my sanity a little bit
but It's fine I'll survive it
I always survive it
survive survive survive
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 10 hours ago
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Jondalar held the woman he loved as she heaved great sobs in the release of her sorrow. He knew Ayla had held back her grief over the death of the half-Clan child that Nezzie had adopted, who had reminded her so much of her own son, and understood she was grieving for that son as well.
But it was more than Rydag or Durc. Ayla was grieving for all her losses: for the ones from long ago, her loved ones from the Clan, and for the loss of the Clan itself. Brun’s clan had been her family, Iza and Creb had raised her, cared for her, and in spite of her difference, there was a time when she thought of herself as Clan.
Though she had chosen to leave with Jondalar because she loved him and wanted to be with him, their talk had made her realize how far away he lived; it would take a year, maybe two years just to travel there. The full understanding of what that meant had finally come to her; she would never return. She was not only giving up her new life with the Mamutoi, who had offered her a place among them, she was giving up any faint hope she might have had of seeing the people of her clan again, or the son she had left with them.
She had lived with her old sorrows long enough so that they had eased a little, but Rydag had died not long before they left the Summer Meeting, and his death was still too fresh, the grief still too raw. The pain of it had brought back the pain of her other losses, and the realization of the distance she would be putting between them had brought the knowledge that the hope of recovering that part of her past would have to die, too.
Ayla had already lost her early life; she had no idea who her real mother was, or who her people were, the ones she had been born to. Except for faint recollections—feelings more than anything—she could not remember anything before the time of the earthquake, or any people before the Clan. But the Clan had banished her; Broud had put the curse of death upon her.
To them she was dead and now she came to the full understanding that she had lost that part of her life when they turned her out. From this time on, she would never know where she came from, she would never meet a childhood friend, she would never know anyone, not even Jondalar, who would comprehend the background that made her who she was.
Ayla accepted the loss of her past, except that which lived in her mind and in her heart, but she grieved for it, and she wondered what lay ahead when she reached the end of her Journey.
Whatever awaited her, whatever his people were like, she would have nothing else; only her memories … and the future.
Auel, Jean M.. The Plains of Passage (with Bonus Content): Earth's Children, Book Four (pp. 74-75). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 10 hours ago
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 12 hours ago
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my favorite thing in the world is when birds fight to the point of wrestling on the ground with their wings and little talons
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 12 hours ago
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some sort of logical nonsense
at the fire the other night
I mentioned to someone about
how songs are portals
and you have to learn how to not
dive into them too deep
unless you want full immersion
you can hide a lot of feeling in songs
a bit like glenda's bubbles
over a moonlit cemetery
we keep the dead alive with songs
you were always my favorite lullaby
and I remembered this boy I once loved
before I took to the opera stage
he lived in a town called sully
the song he chose to represent out love was
every rose has its thorns by poison
he had freckles and braces
and these moonwater green colored eyes
he was also a ginger with a last name
like arkema and I called him kindling
he matched me somehow in purity
but I knew his sweetness was a weakness
and had exit plans for if he turned sour
I broke his heart honestly
when I told him I was moving on
I remember not wanting to
but something like duty dragged me along
I knew my heart would be safe with him
but I'd never been taught to trust my heart
just what people told me my heart was
and it was always something filthy and mean
and I always tried not to be
that was the last time I chose someone
without any sort of sense of obligation
a feeling I don't think I've known
until these seasons of song and singing
that innocence and selfishness
before you were taught selfishness
was something to blame
for trusting yourself
who has the least chance of lying
manipulation is hard to see
until you begin to see and accept it
my own emotional triggers surprise me
enough to get some good gnawing in
no matter how much effort I put toward
mental and physical and all the realms
of human existence and reality
I remember this girl now
somehow you remembered her better
the way you help me find me
sunlight on the water
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 13 hours ago
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look it's me and kind of how I feel inside all the time
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Lin Chunxiao
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Branch of Lemons (1884) by Claude Monet
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Spectral Density.
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 14 hours ago
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something in the choking smoke
I watched multiple fires this weekend
have a feeling this summer will be full of them
and I asked the flames in their brilliant consumption
to cauterize whatever is still bleeding inside of me
fire always seems to deliver
because my dreams have been so vivid
in their themes and messages
I wrap myself in a sweatshirt that smells like smoke
comforted by the scent and intention
I let myself suffer cleanly
grieving for what was and is
trying not to make a story about it
understanding the meaning I hold for it
but not adding more weight to my heart
I try not to think at all really
just feel whatever comes up
pretend the tears are some sort of cleansing
but I always seem to have enough for the job
I need to learn better ways of embracing change
right now i stand there stiffly holding out an arm
letting it drag me where I need to go
fuck my composure for most of it
sunday was an excellent example of that
here's the entire mess of me
still metamorphosizing from the melted aspects
always seems to be something left to leak out
it may feel a bit hollow but at least it's not resentfulI
still don't really understand anything
suppose I'm not meant to
there's still a rather fucked up ballerina somewhere
spinning with some sort of leitmotif that says
over and over and over "I don't know what to do"
but the rage has improved completely
my son's new school is called willaimsburg
in geneva where they celebrate ulysses grant
it was there I was told I was loved
and likely the spirit of my son was involved
I named him theodore because I couldn't
quite clear ulysses with his father
and he still named himself those first three years
he'll have so many better opportunities
couldn't trust follow through on anything his father said
but in a way he did make good on that threat
of taking him away from me
I see now why it was so hard for me to leave
and I don't blame myself for taking my time
that I knew I had with him while I had it
this is the hard part and it'll get easier
and starting with the pizza I just ordered
it can only go up from here
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 18 hours ago
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sober karaoke not so solo
when I was a child younger than ten years old
I received a karaoke machine as a gift
the speaker had a handle and a microphone
and I can still remember the songs on the tape
there was like a virgin by madonna
which I always found to be weird to sing
and there was the song I must have made my creed
because it's a habit I'm still learning to get out of
called achy breaky heart by billy ray cyrus
I still thinks there's part of me that thinks
based on her thundering when I'm mad
that my heart will blow up and kill this woman
lately I've been even more protective of my heart
I'll open up and pour love onto anyone
but sometimes I don't know how to take it in
I spent this weekend surrounded by love
and I had the pleasure of just sitting there
watching it all happen and was given so many embraces
by so many people and it never bothered me once
I still remember at the beginning of this
not being able to understand why people did that
I'm absolutely exhausted and wondered if I was depressed
but I'm not used to socializing so much
and I socialized so very much
and it was wonderful
I was the type of kid who made friends with everything
except people really and I remember that karaoke machine
was like a little pal I carried around with me
I knew when I sang in that microphone
it had no choice but to hear me
I tried not to abuse my power
and since I met all these people also karaoking
another full rippling circle seems to be growing
along whatever river I'm rowing my boat down
people I know that care about my heart too
what a lovely thing to be able to show myself
that little lonely girl with her karaoke machine
afraid to tell her heart anything about her life
look where she gets to be now
singing far better songs now
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a weekend in memoriam
my key is golden in the light
as I place it in the lock and twist
home again after a weekend I've never
had the like of in my life
surrounded by so many friends
the kind that have actually seen
me going through the worst of it
hung out to dry and still smiling
it must be some conflict within me
the two versions of me comparing
the older version not beliving
this life I get to live and be part of now
can you be jealous of yourself in the past in the future?
I don't know what's all going on inside of me
though exhaustion is paramount
and I always get a little sad and sleepy
after looking at so much fire
it makes me want to get cozy and cuddle
so maybe I miss affection once in awhile
a shoulder to lay my head on
an elbow to hug and draw close
a hand to hold whose thumb traces
over my knuckles and some arms
to fall asleep in and wake up warm
to some snoring because that's reality
I did have myself convinced I didn't need it
but I have a way of convincing myself
of all kinds of silly things
there's nothing wrong with a little craving
it's nice to know there's still something
who never falls out of love with love
but now I'll fall into love with some dreams
and crash like a starfish into my bed and sleep
this has been more socializing than I've ever done
but I've loved so much of it
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 2 days ago
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EXPIRED PINEAPPLE
I had forgotten She was unforgettable With those eyes The taste of her neck When bitten A vampires favorite coffee I had stopped wanting To want her the way I wanted her I taught her to shoplift jazz When I was a store full of blues Arranged the whole wedding Sent her the last invitation The time and place A veil, a dress & bouquet I was outside Trying to stay in bed forever Repeating over the begining Leading to her at the end A useless game Like waiting aound in hong kong Wishing for light cooling rain At which I may be unreasonable Prometheus, genius, monster Anyway I am unloveable Just a blonde mother figure Left alone When I wanted to be unleavable Yet railroads are strange Like sober karaoke, solo Dedicating songs to yourself Or spaceships, some never Return to find oxygen again Breathe it in while you can You left everything but my imagination You soon will forget my bite It only occured in a dream
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 2 days ago
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guiding my focus
many moons and love drunk weekends
have left me to my goblin queen nature
my floor is made up of clothes
and my apartment is my bedroom so
this won't work for the wild ones coming
so I take my walk across the bridge
to sit under a tree near the river
listen to the wind for a little while
focus on how the water flows beneath me
I'll spend the day shooing away thoughts of you
only because if I don't nothing gets done
but the thoughts come back anyway
sometimes I wonder what you're doing
how you spend your days and what
your little daily rituals are
I always have something to be curious about
when it comes to you and I like watching
see how easy it was for me to get distracted?
I don't mind the pattern of behavior
the creative mind plays with what it loves
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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 2 days ago
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I have thought about this
but have awful luck with fish
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An Idle Moment, c.1885 by John White Alexander (American, 1856–1915)
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