still of the silence

If you could walk on water

If you could tell me what's next

Make me believe

Make me forget

روتین گریزی

دلم میخواد یه روزهایی از خواب که بیدار میشم هیچ دلیلی برای از تخت بیرون اومدن نداشته باشم. کوچکترین انگیزه ای و کوچکترین هدفی و کوچکترین وظیفه ای نداشته باشم.
اون موقعست که آدما در اوج ابتکارند.
پاشم و اولین کاری که به ذهنم رسید رو انجام بدم.

پ.ن. داشت. دیگه نداره

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"

- John Mayer

the abridged version

Passwords are fun.
There are the "123456" ones.
There are the "bruxelles98@$%mikhambiamtoo" ones.
There are the "silentlucidity" ones.

You can have them under "always remember" and eventually forget them.
You can have them under "always remember" and remember them with a little bit of thinking.
You can enter them manually, every time, every day and know the keyboard path under your fingers by heart.


P.S. I don't feel back yet.

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