spring cleaning.
It would not run after anyone, to herself, because it's tiring enough already like that. It is a day of fever, spring day, she tries to loosen the noose around his head, just to spend a small broom, have it's storage. Head heats up, but impossible to lie down before any store, the dresses, one after the other dishes, the pan where the potatoes were burnt, glasses, one after the other, words, true and false friends, all is not able to go in the closet, for sure we will have to discard.
The right hemisphere is said not hazarding any, do not get excited just walking away. That problem is not malice, nor evil some can bear. The right hemisphere has to move away because sometimes the property you want to do it simply not reached. He wants to stop to wait for everyone to be there, because otherwise it does not advance.
Hemisphere Left decides to take the air, taking his legs to his move in and out of Paris, he falls back on sorting and souvenirs, while the drawer is full of foreign faces and accents New York. Then he guzzler bagels, becomes addicted to Starbucks and at night when she whispers this language very specific, short-circuit the Roof and under the duvet he starts screaming "God Loves America! "
But the whole brain has a headache. And despite all the small pills Nurofen he can not breath. Without people, it is with words as its neurons feel most at ease, he throws in the towel and immersed in these lives in black and white, he identifies with characters in fiction. Then everything becomes smooth and makes sense for a moment.
-I often feel that nothing matters. This feeling is not unhappy. It is rather quiet, calm. In fact it's less a sense that a truth-obviously by far came, a snow that covers almost everything.
Why "almost all" what resists this "truth"? Three-
only three things. Or rather one thing, the same interview in its three states: solitude, silence, love.
head is full, we must make room, a little empty. Solitude clean him weigh surely not. My memory is going to explode, I'll turn a few pictures, get rid of a few acquaintances who are only illusions, no need to bother, facebook is here for, to see how it shines well in society. Around the empty memory, dozens of brain does not bother to drop out, others keep saying, "I'm overwhelmed, overbookée, too much fluff, sorry ... But mostly you're in too, you run, you got too much class, you're probably super important as brain ...
Too bad, because you, you is not got time to clean house.
In view of the world, people can hold the highest place. In view of the mind, the place they occupy the lowest and only call this compassion that is felt before the heavy infirmities. (Christian Bobin)
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