Human changes

Gemini said that I've become more interesting and nice every time I travel overseas.

I just think we become more interesting and nice when we let time and our age to live and learn, to grow, to mature, to get wiser, to become more tolerant, more patient, more forgiving, more loving, more caring, more understanding, more compromising, more insightful and so on.

The list is endless. The changes are infinite.

Just come...

I'm here to receive you with open heart.
I'm here to soften your edges.
I'm here to play with your inner child.

Just come to me... come back... come crawl to me....I'll crawl too.

another doodle

...stop crawling inside my head: these thoughts I never imagined, these voices I've never heard, these echoes of what you said then you stepped out and slowly crawled on my skin where freedom took me deeper but I found you framing me with your ideals and now you're too afraid to look into the picture. You implored me to reveal my insides, what's underneath my flesh even when I protested but you insisted, you wanted to be part of 'us'. Confusion manipulates you and drops you in a very unpleasant place. I died, I was dead, you were not even there at the funeral but here I am, still present after my death. Life keeps moving, it doesn't have to be ok every day, our handicaps dissolve, you got to change the tune, take charge, nothing is a given, be a good host, make invitations, let it inside you, let the feelings brew, don't resist, feel warm, lose yourself, forget your name, no point living in a glass bubble and waiting for a pin to prick and watch it crack...

I ask... why are people spiritually anemic?

Why do we blog?

A demon, a saint.. we're confused, is it torture or is it grace? we're not even sure why we write here sometimes. Actually I do, it's a medium of channeling our neurosis and releasing all our pent up anxieties in a safe and healthy way than putting our heads through a wall. Our appearances would be incredibly sporadic if we displayed the way our mind is all over the spaces and places.

I know this is just a silly doodle. We're just a bubble that gets bigger as time weathers us with tests and lessons and then we come crawling to this screen to find ourway out and somehow, only more seeps into our head. Sounds like a contradiction, aye? So, I suppose this is some sort of a therapy for us. Hopefully in a Tarantino movie kind of a way. You got to be random to ramble TO gauge what's in your head. Off I go now doodling in my head.