I’ve noticed a change in quality.
Some feeling that resembles a tide change, however more subtle. I believe it would be a half step towards one.
This change in quality showed up last night with a move in spiral, a move that landed upon me via observing a somewhat boring landscape.
Looking at these people, they exchange and relate closely to each other, however, is it always a mutual exchange?
Looking at this, made me think whether or not people realize how much those few words they’ve shared,
Clear or clot up their evening.
O que nos empurra adiante?
Doravante, lembremos de tudo o que nos propiciou felicidades
Adelante, recuperemos vontades que de pouco abaixaram sua flamula
Mais em frente, salvaguarde seus momentos e pensamentos mais significativos
Para que de modo andante
As vezes repentante
Mas nunca estante,
de caminhar sempre.
Caminhar pra longe
ou para perto.
Caminhar pra frente é para qualquer lado,
desde que o lado consiga com seus passos
mostrar a luz do novo,
em contraste com o agora.
That mingle and dangle
at the mindset of being.
Oh but yet.
Yet have I got to see
Such lightness of being
or treading such ways.
This was a path to tread alone
And yet, how come it never came to?
Change is a never ending format
I’ve changed to the point I’m delusional about who I am.
I can’t keep track of me inside me.
And I can’t keep track of others inside me.
Is that what it means to become so independent? To the point individuality stands for itself and nothing else?
I fear I’ve become clueless in how to deal with people. As much as I’ve become clueless in dealing with myself.
I just need somebody.
Riffs and shreds of thoughts are but a few of the ones meant to show me a revision of what stands so far of me as a person.
The spiral has brought me to full disorientation, and yet I feel at ease.
Not knowing what’ll happen brings me comfort, and allows me to finally get something I have not all these years.
Having an objective and the willpower to do something is different than simply charting what should happen and forcing things to attain that projection, while discarding altogether the factors which allow growth in a heuristic manner.
simplesmente quando menos pensei, noto que já virei reacionário.
Caos traz calmaria a partir da estagnação,
and only willpower towards an end has the possibility of stirring it all up.
O problema da liberdade é não saber o que fazer com ela.
Liberdade em vasto nível, amarra
E deixa estagnado o pensar
E o ser.
Tantas possibilidades, visões de futuro que uma pessoa tende a conter, a vislumbrar
Que o pequeno GRANDE ato de caminhar é uma afronta a esse cruzamento.
Improviso tem regra,
Obras tem regras,
Pensamentos tem regras,
Sentimentos tem regras
Numa regra sem caso, existirá ela mesmo?
Looking around as if I’m the unseen.
Running alert from the watchers,
Men and women desperate for a quick buck
Echo their cries, announcing the diversity of their wares.
Empty little things, warding one’s entrance
And yet, allowing them to stay in the race.
The race of survival,
The race of independence,
The way of living.
People have yet to lay their sights away from their screens, to recognize such efforts. For yet, the sight their screens offer are of kilometers afar, leaving nothing but husks with a heartbeat inside a train.