In life, we are all in the gutter. Some of us just look at the stars.
If words and thought were edible
I'd suffer from enormous obesity.
It is a truth not universally, but personally acknowledged that needs repeating.
Sometimes the mystery of life can be solved with a glass of guiness and laughter.
And the words of the wise ones ring truer than usually.
Strangers' faces on the street seem to invite you to see their insides.
Curious eyes, fascinating secrets hiding behind corporate suits, handwritten words tucked in portfolios.
Lives rubbing against each other as we hurry down the street.
Connected but disconnected.
Longing to share life, but scared of opening up.
Perhaps the city is the face of the human paradox.
Fellowship imprisons, freedom exiles.
It's been said that silence is not a natural habitat for stories.
Stories multiply in the city. They reproduce, collapse and are re-built.
I need the creative chaos, the breaking down and re-making.
The sounds, the smells, the faces and the stories behind them to really feel alive.
And sometimes a snapshot from a busy morning street is enough for happiness.
Pointless but complete happiness.
I'd suffer from enormous obesity.
It is a truth not universally, but personally acknowledged that needs repeating.
Sometimes the mystery of life can be solved with a glass of guiness and laughter.
And the words of the wise ones ring truer than usually.
Strangers' faces on the street seem to invite you to see their insides.
Curious eyes, fascinating secrets hiding behind corporate suits, handwritten words tucked in portfolios.
Lives rubbing against each other as we hurry down the street.
Connected but disconnected.
Longing to share life, but scared of opening up.
Perhaps the city is the face of the human paradox.
Fellowship imprisons, freedom exiles.
It's been said that silence is not a natural habitat for stories.
Stories multiply in the city. They reproduce, collapse and are re-built.
I need the creative chaos, the breaking down and re-making.
The sounds, the smells, the faces and the stories behind them to really feel alive.
And sometimes a snapshot from a busy morning street is enough for happiness.
Pointless but complete happiness.
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Postat av: Selyna
'Perhaps the city is the face of the human paradox'
such a beautiful sentence.
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