I don’t know the specific details of the encounter, as I, unlike our heroine, was not amongst the burning buildings, nor was I hiding from the shadows of the forest. But you and I are of a certain sophistication, and so it is not these details that I care to impart upon you nor that you care to receive; what you want to know is what happened to her soul after the encounter. And this, this only the gods know.
Nothing is known. I once believed that I knew what the future held, i knew who i was and what i wanted to continuously strive to become but the day came that all of that certainty shattered. The glass of my life scattered upon nothingness. I welcome it now because I will never go into the next day with ignorant assumptions that anything can be known.
When i was a toddler, i wish i would have known
that my mind can control the wind around me
as well my own bones;
as a kindgergardener we sought out to be on top,
and even the slightest drop,
in our grades,
made way for us to self-barracade.
Boulders of herculean arch can’t impede on
someone who sees over the reeds
and smells seed
in a dead garden, lash out urine and begin to pee on
all the leave-me-bee songs
and compose thier own notes to the music on their cassette player, instead.
its known that one shoe worn
on a person
might be slightly too tight on another,
were all sisters and brothers, from someone up above us,
a dirge is a rare tune played by the bango in my drumset;
marvel hero theme songs played in the backround in my playhouse.
She glanced across the lobby and saw him. He waved her over. She rolled her suitcase, pulling in through the deep carpet, and sat down next to him. “Anyone else here yet?”
“I haven’t seen anyone, but I suspect they aren’t far behind you.”
I should’ve known I would be disappointed. I should’ve known I would be pointed at. I should’ve known the world was going to end in fire. I should’ve known humans don’t know anything. I should’ve known that I was going to encounter this world. I should’ve known I was about to be alive.
what she knew confused her even further, she could feel the edges of foundation crumbling like tarts, the seams gradually falling apart and coming undone from the pressure.
if only she’d known.
I’m not sure how much people know, these days. And I’m not sure how much of what they know is actually true. I don’t really know what else to write either. I know that I like writing but I have some sort of block that I can’t push past and I have trouble getting emotion out.
gamblers gathered and kept on abetting
downers and lowlifes are the most upsetting
resting sets are- ting! resetting
Mirror Shield thoughts: shiny and reflecting
what could be known if not for forgetting?
too much to know. too much to worry about. the vast difference between the size of the universe and us causes so little to be known. but people still reach for the stars and attempt to learn all than can be known.
i wish i knew. im honestly not sure what i would do differently if i had known. if i knew my mother was an alcholic. if my girlfriend would be abusive. if my friend is a psychopath
We are known but invisible. Thought of but misunderstood. Researched but not interviewed. We are the many minorities that are thought of as Other to the ones in control of textbooks and media.
Andrea had never known how and why did she get into that dusty little alcove. But now it was the only place she ever have known. The only place she loved.
I did, didn’t I? I’m not taken by surprise often. There are always a few paths laid down, but clear. I can point to the ones that will be taken, and I can rebel. Or, I say I can and do nothing, the sin that is doing nothing.
I do nothing. That is different from being blameless.
There is a responsibility in seeing it all drawn out, a map for the intangible, and choosing to do nothing to steer it down a better road. It is a choice. The easiest choice of all, to let things ride their course. To let things crush people and little happinesses and well-laid plans. It’s not a race, and there certainly aren’t winners, not here.
I should have known it would end up like this.
But I did, didn’t I?
I’ve known myself since the beginning, and from here to the end, I will never know anyone else better than I know myself whether I’d like to admit it or not. We are who we are . . . and that’s it, so enjoy your time here.
I did, didn’t I? I’m not taken by surprise often. There are always a few paths laid down, but clear. I can point to the ones that will be taken, and I can rebel. Or, I say I can and do nothing, the sin that is doing nothing.
I do nothing. That is different from being blameless.
There is a responsibility in seeing it all drawn out, a map for the intangible, and choosing to do nothing to steer it down a better road. It is a choice. The easiest choice of all, to let things ride their course. To let things crush people and little happinesses and well-laid plans. It’s not a race, and their certainly aren’t winners, not here.
I should have known it would end up like this.
But I did, didn’t I?
Nothing is #known in this moment. Everything is changing. Yet karma is absolute. A heart destitute, drifting alone waiting for the dusk of my last breaths approach. Living the unknown, knowing I’ll do so with no one to hear my cries… that is pain. @oznolem #oneword
What is known and what is not? WHat is fact and what is fiction? How do we know, and how do we know we know? What the meaning of knowing really? If things that were once thought were considered to be known, that how can we say the we know anything?
If I had known that I was going to lose you, I would have held myself together until I got help. But I didn’t know. I believed you when you promised you’d never leave me. And maybe that’s true, maybe in the end it will be us. Only time will tell. But if I had known…things could be different.
Little known fact: There’s a certain type of candy that you can only find in a small, nondescript sweet shop in a town called Fleur. And while the name of the town is French, it’s not exactly French in nature or behavior. Not even the sweets shop really panders to the idea of being Parisian. But what makes the candy significant? Rumor has it that it staves off illness.
I don’t know the specific details of the encounter, as I, unlike our heroine, was not amongst the burning buildings, nor was I hiding from the shadows of the forest. But you and I are of a certain sophistication, and so it is not these details that I care to impart upon you nor that you care to receive; what you want to know is what happened to her soul after the encounter. And this, this only the gods know.
Nothing is known. I once believed that I knew what the future held, i knew who i was and what i wanted to continuously strive to become but the day came that all of that certainty shattered. The glass of my life scattered upon nothingness. I welcome it now because I will never go into the next day with ignorant assumptions that anything can be known.
When i was a toddler, i wish i would have known
that my mind can control the wind around me
as well my own bones;
as a kindgergardener we sought out to be on top,
and even the slightest drop,
in our grades,
made way for us to self-barracade.
Boulders of herculean arch can’t impede on
someone who sees over the reeds
and smells seed
in a dead garden, lash out urine and begin to pee on
all the leave-me-bee songs
and compose thier own notes to the music on their cassette player, instead.
its known that one shoe worn
on a person
might be slightly too tight on another,
were all sisters and brothers, from someone up above us,
a dirge is a rare tune played by the bango in my drumset;
marvel hero theme songs played in the backround in my playhouse.
She glanced across the lobby and saw him. He waved her over. She rolled her suitcase, pulling in through the deep carpet, and sat down next to him. “Anyone else here yet?”
“I haven’t seen anyone, but I suspect they aren’t far behind you.”
I should’ve known I would be disappointed. I should’ve known I would be pointed at. I should’ve known the world was going to end in fire. I should’ve known humans don’t know anything. I should’ve known that I was going to encounter this world. I should’ve known I was about to be alive.
what she knew confused her even further, she could feel the edges of foundation crumbling like tarts, the seams gradually falling apart and coming undone from the pressure.
if only she’d known.
I’m not sure how much people know, these days. And I’m not sure how much of what they know is actually true. I don’t really know what else to write either. I know that I like writing but I have some sort of block that I can’t push past and I have trouble getting emotion out.
gamblers gathered and kept on abetting
downers and lowlifes are the most upsetting
resting sets are- ting! resetting
Mirror Shield thoughts: shiny and reflecting
what could be known if not for forgetting?
too much to know. too much to worry about. the vast difference between the size of the universe and us causes so little to be known. but people still reach for the stars and attempt to learn all than can be known.
i wish i knew. im honestly not sure what i would do differently if i had known. if i knew my mother was an alcholic. if my girlfriend would be abusive. if my friend is a psychopath
We are known but invisible. Thought of but misunderstood. Researched but not interviewed. We are the many minorities that are thought of as Other to the ones in control of textbooks and media.
Sometimes unknown is better than known. It is something known that hurts more than the unknown.
I have known my weaknesses for a long enough period. Now is the time to implement the known facts into action
Andrea had never known how and why did she get into that dusty little alcove. But now it was the only place she ever have known. The only place she loved.
I did, didn’t I? I’m not taken by surprise often. There are always a few paths laid down, but clear. I can point to the ones that will be taken, and I can rebel. Or, I say I can and do nothing, the sin that is doing nothing.
I do nothing. That is different from being blameless.
There is a responsibility in seeing it all drawn out, a map for the intangible, and choosing to do nothing to steer it down a better road. It is a choice. The easiest choice of all, to let things ride their course. To let things crush people and little happinesses and well-laid plans. It’s not a race, and there certainly aren’t winners, not here.
I should have known it would end up like this.
But I did, didn’t I?
A circle ever expanding, growing but never the largest of circles.
I’ve known myself since the beginning, and from here to the end, I will never know anyone else better than I know myself whether I’d like to admit it or not. We are who we are . . . and that’s it, so enjoy your time here.
I did, didn’t I? I’m not taken by surprise often. There are always a few paths laid down, but clear. I can point to the ones that will be taken, and I can rebel. Or, I say I can and do nothing, the sin that is doing nothing.
I do nothing. That is different from being blameless.
There is a responsibility in seeing it all drawn out, a map for the intangible, and choosing to do nothing to steer it down a better road. It is a choice. The easiest choice of all, to let things ride their course. To let things crush people and little happinesses and well-laid plans. It’s not a race, and their certainly aren’t winners, not here.
I should have known it would end up like this.
But I did, didn’t I?
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Nothing is #known in this moment. Everything is changing. Yet karma is absolute. A heart destitute, drifting alone waiting for the dusk of my last breaths approach. Living the unknown, knowing I’ll do so with no one to hear my cries… that is pain. @oznolem #oneword
What is known and what is not? WHat is fact and what is fiction? How do we know, and how do we know we know? What the meaning of knowing really? If things that were once thought were considered to be known, that how can we say the we know anything?
If I had known that I was going to lose you, I would have held myself together until I got help. But I didn’t know. I believed you when you promised you’d never leave me. And maybe that’s true, maybe in the end it will be us. Only time will tell. But if I had known…things could be different.
Little known fact: There’s a certain type of candy that you can only find in a small, nondescript sweet shop in a town called Fleur. And while the name of the town is French, it’s not exactly French in nature or behavior. Not even the sweets shop really panders to the idea of being Parisian. But what makes the candy significant? Rumor has it that it staves off illness.
If only you had known how intense I’d felt about you, but it’s too late now. Hindsight and all that.