I was inspired by another member here to make this, but this is something that has always had a certain level of importance to me. It used to be a bigger deal and becomes less so with time, but I have never felt like I can adequetly express/share what my internal world is like with others. Really, what I want is someone to merge with me and experience it together. To feel as I feel with perfect harmony and understanding. I have put a lot of thought in the past to finding tools, images, songs, etc that capture what it's like inside, how I feel inside. Sadly, it's a fruitless endevor to try and achieve what I desire in this regard. Still, it's nice to come back to and indulge in this. To feel this relation. It's difficult to pick just one thing, because most everything just picks up one fascet. Either way, I still have a few things that I really thing do they best job that they can, and at least I can articulate the reasons behind it to, so even if it's not emotionally understood, it's mentally understood.
(the song/sound for this one is more important)
(the video for this one is more important)
MBTI: ExxJ tetramer Functions: Fe > Te > Ni > Se > Si > Ti > Fi > Ne
Enneagram: 1w2 - 3w4 - 6w5 (The Taskmaster) | sp/so Socionics: β-E dimer | - Big 5: slOaI Temperament: Choleric/Melancholic Alignment: Lawful Neutral External Perception:Nohari and Johari
A student said to his master: "You teach me fighting, but you talk about peace. How do you reconcile the two?" The master replied: "It is better to be a warrior in a garden than to be a gardener in a war." - unknown/Chinese
I was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen
a skillet whispering my name. I was born to rainwater
I was born across the river where I was borrowed with clothespins,
a harrow tooth, broadsides sewn in my shoes. I returned,
though it please you, through no fault of my own, pockets filled
with coffee grounds and eggshells.
I was born still and superstitious; I bore an unexpected burden.
I gave birth, I gave blessing, I gave rise to suspicion. I was born
abandoned outdoors in the heat-shaped air, air drifting like spirits
and old windows.
I was born a fraction and a cipher and a ledger entry;
I was an index of first lines when I was born.
I was born waist-deep stubborn in the water crying ain’t I a woman
and a brother?
I was born to this hall of mirrors, this horror movie. I was born
with a prologue of references, pursued by mosquitoes and thieves, I was born
passing off the problem of the twentieth century: I was born.
I read minds before I could read fishes and loaves;
I walked a piece of the way alone before I was born.
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive