Ray Shabir's Blog, page 2

Beautiful things.

VERNER PANTON

I fell in love with someone three months after I moved into my old place. I fell out of love three months after I moved out. It was all coincidental, and upon realizing it I thought it was quite the privilege to reflect upon things now. 

For about the last two years, I was all over the place. For a while, I let someone else become my focus. I had a tunnel vision to them and spent a great deal amount of time, effort, and energy chasing down that light to find out there was nothing at ...

All We Had Were Dinner Parties

BURKE DECOR

making friends as an adult is easier said

than done, as it really gets harder when

everyone you meet will only stay friends

with the people they’re going to marry.

it makes me want to go home from parties

after deciding what to wear for an hour

it makes me want to change my number

altogether, and start a new life somewhere

else. nobody really says anything real,

beside elevator pitches, like: i released

this project with so and so or i’m working

on this thing next week which is no problem...

Parting gifts.

KÅSEBERGA

Every closing of a year yearns for a reformation in the next one. Reformation, renewal, realignment, anything that begs to differ old thinking with a hopeful, better one. And I didn’t know how that would feel for a long time.

I was never one to think about the future too much. I’ve written so much about staring at the ceiling, to the point that images of different ceilings I’ve slept under throughout my whole life, would conjure up every time somebody inquire me about the prospect of wha...

Dear comrade.

Black Sabbath “Heaven and Hell”

He was the same age as me. We didn’t have any classes together aside from religion class, where they would mix different homerooms. And he was the first guy that treated me like a friend. He was very charming. He had this like, lanky, classic, Brit rockstar frame. A little bit taller than me and he never really speak much, so every time I got him to smile or laugh, there were these little flutters in my stomach. Where I had gone to high school, we would all wear th...