David Jones's Blog, page 1345
August 16, 2012
“Their lives were weighed by jester’s hands.”
Haiku #37
The electric lights,
Lying of a false daytime -
While night crowds outside.
The Waiting
It is simply a matter of waiting. There is nothing in waiting. In action, there is strife, and consequence, and thought, and worry - but there is no danger in waiting. To wait, I require neither sword nor shield, wealth or skill, only time, and of that I have an abundance. My lifetime is my ransom, and truly I shall pay it in my waiting, because the prize is approaching. Across the hills, from The City, he shall come, and with him he will bring the news which I have been promised. The Messeng...
August 15, 2012
Sometimes
Sometimes, I would think that all the mistakes were a dream, and I would wake to the life I imagined; lived in hindsight, without hindsight.
leilockheart:
I can’t do this, but I’m doing it anyway.
This...
August 14, 2012
How do you feel about mood rings?
I actually didn’t know what they were until you asked! A quick google search provided answers however, and honestly they sound very interesting. Wikipedia was quite dismissive of their ability to reflect mood via colour, but really those type of objects are what interest me the most - the semi mystical type of things which just work and are almost “anti science” in some cases, they really intrigue me. I’d quite like a mood ring - they sound like they have a mystical type of quality.