On rebuilding his-story:

POETRY

 

His story builds history, not the other way around.

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甘え女の子

In other languages…

 

甘え物を好き
甘え者がすき
全て甘えかたの大好き
食べたことと
愛したひとも
色々な世界ね、それは . . .
ーと言うって。
Muchaluva,
Stace

独り言

In other languages…

一人で
うちはー
いいえ、
家が無い。

人生は
寂しさー
ね、自分の
気は
うわの空
腹がない。

Muchaluva,
Stace

Internal clock, mental eye

…because knowing the end is the surefire way to move forward right.

 

I AM not there.

 

At least, not there yet.

I’ve always been there. Reading novels, stories, books upon books of written words, telling myself how fun it was to follow someone else’s footsteps.

Then for a time I began to only notice how fast I finish a book.
And then for another time, I stopped reading entirely.

I used to be able to spend hours, just reading, and forgetting to sleep or eat or take a shower. It just seems so that I was always aware of that internal clock that keeps on

. That clock that counts down the time I shall die. It seems like every ticking moment translates to the image where my deathbed is patiently waiting for me in the backdrop of my environment, of my changing surroundings, even of my careful observations.

People in this world care more and more about little things that don’t matter – at least – people who are unaware of their own internal clocks. The truth is, as long as they live, they can fall into their own worlds anytime they wish.

Adulthood = Commitment to death. 

 

 

 

 

SALUNA is signing off.

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Outburst

PROSE

September 2010

 

 

 

 

Anything can happen. You can run a total of 50 miles at one time, or more junk miles in addition to that, and still can never get to that runner’s high.

That’s why you need a plan. Like life, it all takes a little planning to get there. You can crawl your way up that hilly road and be pathetic forever, or you can run your life at your own pace along that steep slope, working your ass off for days, weeks, months, years. If that’s what it takes just to get high, would you endure the race ’til the end? Will you even have the courage to start?

We know that anything can happen. But wait a minute – we also know that anything is possible. You can wait patiently for your neck to emerge from your shell weighing your life down, and still be a tortoise. But the upside of it is, now listen to this: Nothing’s worth not trying.

Endure it long enough, and you’ll have a wrinkle in time. Add up those miles, and you’ll witness the butterfly effect. Run, fly, get high – Anything is possible, so bring it on!

 

 

 

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Muchaluva,
Stace.