Untamed

Love is an untamed force.
When we try to control it, it destroys us.
When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us.
When we try to understand it, it leaves us lost and confused.

fetcha Notha sorta Docta

A powerful monarch called a holy father - everyone said he had healing powers - to help him with his back ache.

- God will help us - said the holy man. - But first let us understand the reason for these pains. I suggest Your Majesty confesses now, for confession makes men face up to their problems, and liberates much guilt.

Annoyed at having to think about so many problems, the king said:

- I do not wish to speak of these matters; I need someone who heals without asking questions.

The priest went off and returned half an hour later with another man.

- I believe that words can relieve pain, and help me to discover the right path to a cure - he said. - But you do not wish to talk, and I cannot help you. This is the man you need: my friend here is a veterinarian, and does not generally speak to his patients.

walk to the park

- Life is like that.
- hmm?
- awkward.

it's silly how in retrospect I cherish those awkward moments. maybe because for me they're so rare.
special times. :')

And-And life goes on, doesn't it

Gillian? Is that right? Is that right?

- Yes.
- It does? It does? Forever and ever?
                 
- No, not forever.
- No-No-No, never forever.
Not quite. Not quite.
                 
But I mean, the point is, life's
not all lamb loin chops, is it?  
                 
But I mean, it goes on, and-and you just
have to keep on going too, don't you?
                 
- I mean, you can't give up, can you?
- Certainly not.

by Jane Gallagher

It’s not me, the smiling bride on the wedding photograph; it’s simply a moment in time, not as it is, but as it was, for a split second. The first strike took him more by surprise than me, the hand with the ring (“a ring has no beginning and no end,” said the priest) that ripped with fearsome anger into my trusting flesh. That day was the beginning of the end: years passed as, battle scarred, I wore my wounds like clothes. But when I saw him with her I knew the end was in sight. In a split second I took him by surprise and watched with cold joy as the rivulets of tear-shaped blood dripped slowly into the red hall carpet, disappearing without a trace. Since they locked me up I have never felt freer; I look at the murderess’s photograph on the front page of today’s newspaper but it’s not me; it captures me not as I am but as I was, for a split second.

Blessed

so tis been a day.
twas a Josh Radin day...
twas a discoverin day, and not even all positive. mm.


I danced by the water tonight and someone else noticed the moon before me.
listen to Today. by Joshua Radin.
"Here comes the sun.. it's baiting morn today..."

ext roardinary.

All I want is to be extraordinary.

nothing.

Neither of us has anything to tell. I, because I conceal nothing, and you, because you communicate nothing.