https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAP4XWJxDaY I feel again and again, like my soul is trapped in a desperately, beautiful way in this song… According to the "world", I live with Asperger's; the world with which I feel like communicating the way this transcendent performance does, in a desperate attempt to make myself understood without being hurt, again and again, silently … Continue reading Asperger’s, the desperately beautiful trap of my soul…
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Moriah…
...so fragile when tender mercies mourn above forgotten mornings, with sand beneath the alabaster dreams, how few the sounds are of unsung old memories, unworthy on the parchment of what seems, to be just shallow echoes of some senses, long buried in my bloody battlefields. they're all Moriahs, all my hills and mountains, with stairs … Continue reading Moriah…
“Northern Lights”, (“His Dark Materials”) by Philip Pullman – The Liberty of Thinking 2
2. On Mind Tricks, Lyra's Oxford, Northern lights, Daemons and Dust "The trick [...] is not minding that it hurts." David Lean’s "Lawrence of Arabia" I must confess I haven't seen this movie, "Lawrence of Arabia"... The quote caught me from within Ridley Scott's "Prometheus", and wrote it down -as soon as I could- on … Continue reading “Northern Lights”, (“His Dark Materials”) by Philip Pullman – The Liberty of Thinking 2
Skin crumbs…
A new year? Crumbs of an old, wept over… lumped into unslept dreams… As time goes by, skin turns slowly into another shade of your younger soul...