Personal - Lilac Dove

Ça fait longtemps que ma transformation intérieure a commencé.

October 22, 2019 distantcaveLeave a comment

“A really great talent finds its happiness in execution.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I really like that sentiment and see how it can apply to the way my life has been slowly turning around. I’ve changed some habits, rid of others, and cultivated some new ideas regarding the direction I want my life to move in. These are stressful times, but the music I listen to, the art I create and surround myself with, and other peoples’ contributions- literary, research-based, or in social situations, all constitute the rise of this change in mentality. It’s been a long time coming and I’m not “here” yet, but I’m executing, I sure am executing.

L’amour l’emporte.

October 16, 2019 distantcaveLeave a comment

1 year of living in the same residence. It’s bittersweet but hazy. The same four walls, the same pitfalls. To what degree can a human life change? I find it interesting how much the view changes from the other side of the hill. Where it’s still.

My place is still like a landfill.

I mean — don’t freak out; it’s minimal and all. Duh. But there’s something about the fabric of the curtains, something about the unfinished art projects I put to the side, and keep there. Lately I’ve been working on more pieces, but it’s a steady growth. And that sums up my living in this space, this enclosure — with this vast area of breathing life around me. I am beginning to sound a bit too Romanticism-era (literature) which cracks me up because why not. I can keep my prose & manifest dreams or something of that nature.

Il n’est nul besoin de la présenter.

October 10, 2019 distantcaveLeave a comment

A young, courageous & feminine adult who wears dresses year-round / Seeking to make life more romantic. Loves the most to be photographing flowers, and urban & chaotic settings and imagery. Spending hours in rose gardens is heaven.

I am not immune to the wonders of the darkness; at times this is where I recoil. But this new, grand gesture of stepping out into the hot sunshine has left me with flushed cheeks and a warm hospitality. / An introvert, an ambivalent trajectory, multiple passes for cursing despite attempts to be more polite. Writes poems while waiting in line. Flirts with language.

Writing preserves memories, and I need those. I wonder where this will take me.