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The cliffs almost compel me. I can’t think about anything else. He calls me and says my name but I choose not to look.
“Please, please don’t go.”
And I realize all the cliffs in my life. Friends, Sleepless nights. Broken hearts.
The cliffs come to call me.
And I completely oblige.Posted By erin On 04.20.2013 @ 10:58 am
Sometimes I wonder if it’s positive to have an anchor. It can keep you steady in rough seas or give you time to think about a problem. It can also weigh you down and not allow you to move to the next adventure. Positive and negative, as with all things balance is key.Posted By Erin On 04.11.2013 @ 1:33 pm
The plague was an akward and horrid event in england times. From the black plague, to the spanish influenza the european civilization was rocked to it’s very core. These diseases spread like wildfire throughout europe although it did not seem to damage the human spirit. we still are alive today, this proves testiment to our ability to hope and dream.Posted By Erin On 03.30.2013 @ 9:44 pm
i like the city always something to do someone to see
someone to bump into on the way somewhere else i wonder how many people i see each day walking on their way some place or on the way home
I want to know each of them and their stories and I want to tell them mine
because we all live in this cityPosted By Erin On 03.17.2013 @ 5:38 pm
love they say is eternal. I myself have never experienced love, and therefore cannot describe it. i hope that what they say is true, though. It would give me something to look forward to, or rather, someone to look forward to. i have no sense when it comes to love. and as far as i know no one unrelated has given me a second glance.Posted By erin On 03.13.2013 @ 1:34 pm
I have a director for this play Im in, King Lear, and she is pretty awseome she says we can’t call her by her last nme or shell think we’re talking to her mother. Its funny that that is the first thing I think about her because I have known her for a long time and that is definatly not the most interesting thing about her. I remember that most in association with the word director, because that was one of the first things she said to the acting group as introduction. As a person I consider her to be my freinds mother, my history teacher, and an all around awsome person. As a director, I think of her as someone who wants to be known by her first name. Is that strange? I think not. Its just the way I, and probably a lot of other people, deal with knowledge. We compartmentalize. If I thought about everything I know about this woman at the same time my head would proabably explode. This is by far the best stream of consiounces writing I have ever done. And how the hell am I supposed to spell consciousness. Heh, got it right second time around. Anyway, on the subject of the Director, there is another type that I find interesting. That is that a director is there to take a whole bunch of disparate peices, actors, a script,costumes and blocking and set, and make it all into a cohesive work of art. I would make a lousy director, I cant even make the jump from Director to person without self consciously writing down everything I’m thinking. Our director for Lear does a very good job considering. Why is that thing about her first name the first thing I remember. I suppose I found it endearing, but that can’t be all. I also find it endearing that she uses the word crudball and that she always repeats herself and can’t allow anyone to interupt her without losing her train of thought. It is the first thing I remember her saying as director. She had just replaced another woman I was used to and I wasn’t quite sure about her being director, even though I knew she was awesme. I suppose it put me at ease a little, and I suppose it was something that was very much in her nature to say. I was just starting to think of her as “director” and then she said something amuseing, and I guess it just stuck. Some thing about the way my brain works is that I can’t think about several things at once, nobody can. That’s probably why people break down when they try to multitask to much. The same thing happens to me when I try to write really fast. I get hung up about what to say, and then I am trying to theink of something, while simulteaneusly trying to finish writing down what I just thoutght of. If I do this to much my spelling goes out the window, and by the time my spelling is back on track I have forgotten what I was meaning to say. My brain needs a director. I think I may have gone over the time limit a bit. Sorry.Posted By Erin On 03.12.2013 @ 3:56 pm
you are a weakling for looking at the moon, for staring at the sun though it hurts, for thinking that he is looking at you, fixing his hair, pulling at his shirt because he cares that you are looking. but that is alright. you are a weakling for life, for experience, you know no walls around your heart, it breathes fresh air, and everything that touches your heart reaches a nerve and travels all over your body. you are a weakling because you do not fight with life. there is nothing wrong with weakness. you are aware, you are observant, you are the senses alive and well. do not be strong. do not defend your heart from knowing. how would you feel to always be wearing a suit of armor. they are ugly and heavy and rusty. wouldn’t you rather run through the world a soft and naked weakling? full of feeling. life is a feeling.Posted By Erin On 03.03.2013 @ 4:19 pm