twenty two | year two

from the archives

(my favourite post from 2007)


someone i don’t know and will probably never meet wrote something about me. okay, technically, it’s not about me, but, if i were to ask someone to describe me in words, i couldn’t dream of something more perfect than this:

she seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon.

you think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. passion flows through her like a river of blood.

she only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell.

all your tomorrows start here.

(neil gaiman)

it’s strange when you come across something that cuts you right to the core. something that speaks to that part of you that only wakes for moments of clarity and transcendence. something that is absolutely true.

this much i know: i am a complicated person. i am not easy to define. i am certainly not easy to know. but don’t ever let my quiet nature and cool detachment distract you from the truth. there is a kaleidoscope of things lurking just beneath the surface – things that are constantly in motion, forming and reforming, sometimes fragmented, often fragile, but always beautiful in their potential for greatness.

if you’re lucky, you might catch a glimpse of this when the mask slips.

if you’re patient, i might let the mask slip, just for a moment, just for you.

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