ioana
in quest for genuine
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- Name: ioana
- Location: Bucharest, Romania
I experiment with myself and the world around me. I always seek for that small sparkle of what's real and authentic in things, people, nature...
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Monday, October 16, 2006
The green fairy
Is there more lucidity than at the break point of euphoria? Can reality be more real than where the world blends with the imagination?
I took the sip of the green fairy twice tonight! I wanted to merge my inner world with the outside, and I accomplished it! I can dance now, and forget…Present is no more the present, it is the mixture of itself with my desires and dreams. Music is no longer music, is whisper, sound, noise, is quiet ecstasy. The light is no longer light, is liquid shade dancing around me, colorful and blurry.
I smile now, and just want to sleep, to dream, and wake up only when I have more strength. The green fairy took all my sadness and struggle, and turned it into one shiny absint drip at the tip of her magic wand. Fatigue is all there’s left in me now.
I have by nature so much strength in me, I was so strong, yet I just yearned to be weak. My strength is a pillar, not for me, but for those dear to me, and I know I cannot crumble. I seek my place of refuge, my arm that will not protect me, only hold me and allow me to be weak. I am so tired…
I took the sip of the green fairy twice tonight! I wanted to merge my inner world with the outside, and I accomplished it! I can dance now, and forget…Present is no more the present, it is the mixture of itself with my desires and dreams. Music is no longer music, is whisper, sound, noise, is quiet ecstasy. The light is no longer light, is liquid shade dancing around me, colorful and blurry.
I smile now, and just want to sleep, to dream, and wake up only when I have more strength. The green fairy took all my sadness and struggle, and turned it into one shiny absint drip at the tip of her magic wand. Fatigue is all there’s left in me now.
I have by nature so much strength in me, I was so strong, yet I just yearned to be weak. My strength is a pillar, not for me, but for those dear to me, and I know I cannot crumble. I seek my place of refuge, my arm that will not protect me, only hold me and allow me to be weak. I am so tired…