tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post8612104355090904968..comments2023-07-12T08:50:38.984-04:00Comments on The Midnight Train of Thought: OctoberMeleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848998866008289402noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-81735785654699389132011-10-18T20:12:10.864-04:002011-10-18T20:12:10.864-04:00Thank you so much, Kim! Hehe, old childhood diarie...Thank you so much, Kim! Hehe, old childhood diaries are an endless source of amusement for me too. <br /><br />Boo FL! We don't have any piles yet, but perhaps instead of sending our bags of leaves to the dump this year, we should slap stamps on them and send them to you! It's a pleasant dream, anyway. :)Meleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00848998866008289402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-43760740640437963682011-10-18T12:01:12.539-04:002011-10-18T12:01:12.539-04:00"I let the words of old diaries pour over my ..."I let the words of old diaries pour over my cheeks, I try on those secret smiles again. (They still fit.) But more often than not they wrinkle into winces and I remove them with a sigh."<br /><br />Wow, this is a beautiful post! I love the little story beforehand, and the image fits really well with it. I do agree that it's sometimes strange to look back at diary entries and try to match them up with your thinking now. I like reading my diaries from elementary school - I was still a shy kid, but I loved how blunt I was in my writing, haha.<br /><br />Yes! It's autumn! I still can't feel it, though my calendar says it to be true. I hate that in FL, there is no autumn. I wish I would find a pile of leaves to fall into :)CloudyKimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17601048610753963689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-46013457191306314852011-10-10T22:01:38.396-04:002011-10-10T22:01:38.396-04:00Heather: Hello, darling! I've missed seeing yo...<i>Heather:</i> Hello, darling! I've missed seeing you around! <3<br />Oh! Secret smiles are such funny things, the pain they bring seems to far outweigh the joy.<br />That is such a powerful description! Perhaps it is. :)<br /><br /><br /><i>Jhordyn Ashley:</i> Yes, yes! You put it so much more poetically than I ever could. Oh, I hope we will! No, I am certain we will. Thank you, jewel. <3Meleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00848998866008289402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-75249598207651741112011-10-10T16:37:29.419-04:002011-10-10T16:37:29.419-04:00I understand the cruelty which can be brought with...I understand the cruelty which can be brought without even the least of expectation. It's rather like pinpricks, endlessness of being ripped and sewn in waves of transformation,each one far more significant than the last. But I have the most faith that we shall emerge all the brighter from it, you are a beautiful soul, always keep going.<br /><br />xxJhordyn Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15540278614559729167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-21096898451282435982011-10-10T15:50:37.157-04:002011-10-10T15:50:37.157-04:00Those secret smiles, I try them on too, I relish i...Those secret smiles, I try them on too, I relish in how well they fit yet when I glance at my reflection, my world shatters.<br />The autumn air scratches my throat and drags in my lungs, it is filled with anticipation and longing, it is in these endings that we find our rebirth. Perhaps this is what blooming hope feels like.<br />With love xHeatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13644876622649565269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-68248331790171648442011-10-07T19:28:10.879-04:002011-10-07T19:28:10.879-04:00Thank so very much, darling Lumina. And I love you...Thank so very much, darling Lumina. And I love your description of what autumn feels like to you! "<i>...the sort of slightly-adventurous feeling before the climax of a story.</i>" What a perfect way to phrase it!Meleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00848998866008289402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-18726050702638609802011-10-07T19:22:36.854-04:002011-10-07T19:22:36.854-04:00I love this. 'Dead leaves and blooming hopes&#...I love this. 'Dead leaves and blooming hopes' is a perfect description of Autumn. <3 <br />Autumn for me is always a combination of sometimes-warm-and-sometimes-cold nostalgia and the sort of slightly-adventurous feeling before the climax of a story.Luminahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02728192740634174901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-1834648841318485762011-10-06T23:24:02.838-04:002011-10-06T23:24:02.838-04:00Thank you so much! I too fear what comes after Oct...Thank you so much! I too fear what comes after October, though I am thinking of the later winter months. Let us hope they do not bring the things we fear. :)Meleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00848998866008289402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-44331314479022440522011-10-06T14:25:03.670-04:002011-10-06T14:25:03.670-04:00Beautiful and artistically abstract. I love Octob...Beautiful and artistically abstract. I love October but fears what it may bring (Nov). You expressed that feeling of longing and sadness.Shopgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06435291786820680344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-47636223888793692722011-10-05T22:21:07.441-04:002011-10-05T22:21:07.441-04:00Jessica: Oh, don't apologize: I loved your com...<i>Jessica:</i> Oh, don't apologize: I loved your comment of epic proportions. I am fascinated and surprised to hear what doors my words involuntarily opened.<br />Common Sense and I have a tumultuous relationship; we argue a lot, but at the end of the day, its her opinion that counts. Maybe we can be allies someday, as well.<br /><br />I could not advise you for the world, since these matters of the heart and of reminisces are so fragile. Whatever happens, I wish you all the strength; strength to either not become overcome, or not closed off.<br /><br />Thank you, dear. I'm slow and unbrave when it comes to taking chances too. Maybe... we can hope for change this year? <3<br /><br /><br /><i>haze:</i> It doesn't smell quite like Christmas, though certainly just as pleasant. Someday you must visit in autumn so you can learn its marvelous scent! <br /><br />Thank you, dear. <3Meleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00848998866008289402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-84075130825582881512011-10-05T20:44:49.750-04:002011-10-05T20:44:49.750-04:00i want to know the scent of Autumn. Even for once....i want to know the scent of Autumn. Even for once. In my place, it smells like Christmas. Does it smell the same? *sigh*<br /><br />I hope you'll heal very soon, darling. <3hazehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02490855903786131980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-44346847433117065612011-10-05T02:00:20.288-04:002011-10-05T02:00:20.288-04:00This left me (almost) speechless. I'm balancin...This left me (almost) speechless. I'm balancing between silence and speaking. You see, this piece is like a knife in the back to me. Being nostalgic, opening a door that I've not only locked but hid within the deepest dusty corners of my heart is something I've avoided the best I can ever since summer. I made a promise to myself in June, after I locked that door, to never open it again. There's so much I don't want to remember. And I, and Common Sense too, have worked hard to keep my mind off of those memories. I'd say Common Sense and I have become allies.<br /><br />Oh but now I'm tempted, so tempted. I can't help my heart, it holds everything much dearer than it should. So many things are indeed gilded with a sheen of significance they don't deserve. I'm thinking about having merely a little peek.. But I know all too well how impossible it is not going any further. I really want to remember, I want to bathe in the sweet waters of reminiscent. But I think it's too risky. You see, I never know when to stop. I'll drown eventually. Remembering what-was and what-could-have-been saddens me so since it's all gone already. I've found a way to keep balance between melancholy and happiness and it is by not looking back to what's already gone. It makes me mostly content. But I have to admit, as time passes I begin to feel hollow. I'm still not sure if it's worth it. Maybe we reminiscent for a good reason.<br /><br />Uh..sorry for the novel. I'm hoping next year indeed heals more than harms.<br />And autumn indeed smells like dead leaves and blooming hope! I've never quite got it right but finally someone did. Also it finally smells and feels like autumn here too. I feel like October is filled with hope and chances. I just wish I'd have the courage (and time since I'm slow) to take those chances.Lenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12524359427139732822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-78065272711564648502011-10-04T19:28:24.445-04:002011-10-04T19:28:24.445-04:00E: I'm surprised that the first thing that pop...<i>E:</i> I'm surprised that the first thing that popped into my head was so perceptive, hehe. :)<br /><br /><br /><i>Thea:</i> Thank you, dearheart.<br />I thought it was incredible too! I'm rather put out that I can't find any information on it, including the name of its creator. And that's one reason I love Edward Hopper's paintings so much; they brim with wordless stories.<br /><br /><br /><i>Jade:</i> Thank you. :)<br /><br />We don't have much leaf smell either, yet. But we definitely have that glorious crispness! Our leaves do tend to take a while to start, um... dying. (How morbid that sounds!)<br /><br />Thank you so much, dearest Jade. <3Meleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00848998866008289402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-64746341108069082852011-10-04T17:11:34.552-04:002011-10-04T17:11:34.552-04:00Imaginative piece! The artwork fits it perfectly.
...Imaginative piece! The artwork fits it perfectly.<br /><br />I was thinking the same thought today while I was outside--that it's starting to smell like autumn. Only slightly though, can't really smell leaves yet, more like just the crispness in the air.<br /><br />Wishing you healing, love, & blooming hopes in this coming year. :) :)nonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025913472730278205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-50826525794479563812011-10-04T16:53:04.554-04:002011-10-04T16:53:04.554-04:00I certainly hope the coming months and year will h...I certainly hope the coming months and year will heal you, love. I must admit, your post did stir a faint feeling of excitement at the prospect of what mysteries lie ahead. Ps, the first picture is <i>incredible!</i> Somewhere I wish I could be right now. It tells a story without using any words. As does your favourite painting; I suppose that's what makes it worthy of "favourite" status.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644718415179858689.post-86056347649671753022011-10-04T15:33:08.655-04:002011-10-04T15:33:08.655-04:00"Dead leaves and blooming hopes"
Oh yes,..."Dead leaves and blooming hopes"<br />Oh yes, very true :)Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11877573276097160343noreply@blogger.com