Mittwoch, Oktober 30, 2013

Cultivate forgetting

I sit next to you as you cry quietly. What can I do but wait for you to find your voice again, to let your accent cascade over my skin again, to enthrall me... I want to make you sell all your clothes. I want to pause that movie playing on the screen and turn your head so I can breathe you. I want to run my fingers up your arm and pull you close. No promises. May others stumble along on their quest for "the one" - all I want is to make out with you. Just a few moment of ragged breathing and half-closed eyes. What do you say?
The ending credtis are just about to roll and we'll be sitting here in the dark for another few minutes... say we make up a dance to go with this epic score - what's the worst that could happen?

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Comenius meeting in Bergen was great! The national agency took us out for dinner and I have learned English Language acitivities and a few drinking games. We've been up Fløyen and watched a few movies that ran at the Bergen International Film Festival. Now there are plans of visiting one another and travelling a bit. And the people. Oh, the lovely people (see beginning of this post).

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There comes a point when you have hurt too many and loved too often. When you're not a pioneer anymore but rather a regular traveller on these paths. And you might stop celebrating all the milestones you pass, all the mountains you climb, all the rivers you cross. You might stop. And forget the song the birds taught you once. Because you knowknowKNOW all the steps down this road. Feel your feet. Is this really the same old street? Cultivate forgetting. There's so little to gain in remembrance.

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