Sew me resilience from the soul of a tree. I still wear the flesh’s frailty.
Indu Pillai
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Last night I was relentlessly harassed by a fly in my own house. It turns out it was three flies, which makes a lot more sense.
When light blinds me, I navigate through what darkness taught me.
Strange we die these little deaths, yet return again and again.
I’ve got no one to blame but myself, but that’s never stopped me.
Too late for details. Too early for optimism. Good night, outlines. Good day, mediocrity.
Not fitting in doesn’t make you a reject, it means you reject being like everybody else.
To be whole is to be part; true voyage is return.
The best part of “you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?” is imagining the tiny frying pan
A little bit of man, a lot of spirit, can make a molehill out of a mountain.
You can’t choose your relatives, but you can choose your family.
I wish they would invent a kind of media for when you want to be around people but not around people
Larger than life and incubating inside a smaller shell that no bird is sitting on.
Should I hold on or let go, I never know what to do with my hands.
A light beam’s journey seed to tree is a wish fulfilled and free.
Want to source my ink from the dimension where a baby’s laughter is designed.
I'm not impressed about having to go to work tomorrow and address issues I shouldn't have to address.