She got edgy looking clothes It’s personality though I don’t know where you’re from But I know where you’ll go Have a pointless conversation With the people you know Buy a shirt like the rest Then you’ll but it on show When fashion talks you listen I see a price tag on you; I see a price tag on you But I know you better than your clothes And I know that you won’t stop Anything that they say It’s the colour the shape And the size of the waist And I never have to guess Where you’ll be on Wednesday I can come if you like I can come but can’t stay But I know you better than your clothes
I suppose it’s about my turn for some text. Do you want to hear what I’m sayin’? Do ya? doya?
Standing in the kitchen last week I was kindly asked, “What kind of dancing do you do?”. When I replied with jazz ballet and hip-hop, this answer didn’t satisfy. “I can see you doing jazz ballet- but hip-hop? You’re too nice for that.” As much as I adore this university life, there is still an element that makes me feel like I have to prove myself. I don’t want to have to prove myself. So I haven’t been. I could have turned our kitchen conversation into stories of jumping off cliffs, plucking and eating magpie geese or even simply running the school dance show but instead I replied with “it’s really interesting that you say that”. I exited with a spin and this idea to ponder. I can break it down like a giant moth in your shirt. Those who understand will understand there is more going on than a grin.
Ps. I’ve never been good at inside jokes and I shop at indie Vinnies because the discounts are better than Target Country.
“You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen, simply wait. You need not even wait, just learn to become quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no other choice. It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”—Franz Kafka
“Out beyond ideas
Of wrong doing and right doing
There lies a field
I’ll meet you there
When the soul lies down in that grass
The world is too full to talk about
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
Doesn’t make any sense”—Rumi (via oceanofmind)
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