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Sunday, March 18, 2012

peeping into dollhouse windows

you see rooms individually adorned, the shadows shifting as you fit your eye in angles, trying to see every nook and cranny. strange how rooms just divided by a thin wall can differ so much. then again, the people whose world you grew up in can be such complete strangers.

  
  • "How are you?" |  we are but all equal
  •   Every thing has its own time. where's the hurry? it takes years. it takes decades. it takes your whole lifetime. 
  •  Taking pride in your own work means treating every thing as your own. There is no line of demarcation, no invisible wall in between. The 'click' that sends the current running through a complete circuit has taken this long to set things in motion..?!  
  •  Strange, on Friday it felt like coming home.
  •  { Interaction } meaning (internal) x stimulus (external) | only with eyes kept open and mouth wide shut { voice }  
  •  BALANCE
  •  "You've got to hold on to it, protect it", no matter whether it is a rose with thorns that needs a bell jar and reassurance, or the little child that grew into you  
  •  And you, little prince, thank you for letting me into your light

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