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~ Friday, December 20 ~
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—In Taiwan—

The photos of the slivers of the day, sneaking by, through the sunshine and jet-lag…

This is my first time experiencing a culture where I don’t speak any of the language. I find myself wandering in my thoughts and absorbed in trying to processes all that is different here. I can sense that there are subtle differences too that I don’t yet comprehend. I am in the south of Taiwan and already fascinated by the many colorful street signs that burst onto the streets filled with so many scooters. There is a small preschool next to where I am staying where the children are allowed to exercise their curiosity by playing in an ‘anything but perfect’ play pin. I am sure that not all preschools are like this one but it is a pleasure for a child from the forest. The little pathways seen through the fence and the over grown edges are reminiscent of a similar unruliness from younger days. The joy of getting to play in the dirt and run freely is the base for a healthy understanding of the world around.

—————-The world around clearly————————————————————

It was overwhelming, the sounds, the colors, and the smell of exhaust. The eyes of the familiar passerby as they combed my face over in curiosity; my fingers finding their way into the hand of my significant other for support. I suddenly found myself aware of my own smallness in a crowd of people who looked different than I, spoke differently than I, a whole culture that I wasn’t privy to. It was exhilarating and daunting as the market unfolded and the peoples inquiring eyes were equally met with my own curiosity. The delicate dance when two cultures intermix, individuals fence between the precocity of their upbringing and the ambiguity of technology, information, and the distances between our everyday lives, to bring us to the same place. It is by the grace of the convenience of travel that I am brought to meet this beautiful country and the homeland of my significant other.

————Following Ambiguity———————————————-

While in Paris I experienced rejection for being different or for being foreign. In Taiwan, while only resting here a few days, so far I have noticed though my differences are evident that I have not once felt rejected. In fact, there is a mutual curiosity almost. The people are friendly for the most part and the culture interactive rather than abrasive and cold, it is refreshing. I feel myself expectant for the rest of the city and what it has to show me.

-I cannot claim any rights to this piece/art/photo, though I do adore it.

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~ Wednesday, December 4 ~
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Just drive Darlin’ out of the scene

I’ve never been more tired in my life. I am drinking Tilleul Linde tea and letting the day seep through my muscles. I have just completed my classes for my semester abroad in Paris and while it feels good, the exhaustion lets itself into my soul with full force. After the exam, I just wanted to let go of everything, so I took myself to the grocery store and put myself in the shoes of someone else. Someone who might have nothing, what would I want them to give me if I was like them?

……………….sometimes I just need to get out of my head…………………..

So I did. It wasn’t that the exam didn’t go well, it did, I just needed something tangible again. At times, I feel that the people in Paris are as zombies on the metro, each experiencing exhaustion and longing to be away from being surrounded by all the people. Like me. Maybe to everyone who sees me in Paris, maybe I look exactly as a Parisian. But lets make an important distinction here, I am not.

You can feel like something if you are a part of the scene, so all the people act the same, all the blank faces. The lights illuminating the shiny Gucci bags and preppy boy shoes. So you get home and wash off the make up and prepare the aspirin. Paris is the place where all day long it”s waiting for the night to ask her out so that she can let her hair down…but the morning is full of doubts and again the reformation of the scene.

…………………………….So to make life pretty…………………………………

I wanted to get out of my skin. I wanted to reach out and touch something that had nothing to with me in a city that is obsessive with itself. So I bought a loaf of bread, peanut butter, tin foil, chocolate cookies. I marched myself to Châtelet and found an individual who was in a time of disparity. I couldn’t tell if he/she was awake or how old he/she was but I didn’t need to know these details to see the tiredness that weighed on ones shoulders. I can see the pause in the corner as the rest of society moves rapidly forward. The stumble that leaves you permanently on the outskirts of the dance.

So I left the bag beside him/her and walked away. I play the puppet of the crowd but I have no place or character to play. I only find the tiredness of myself as I hold things together. I saw the disapproving looks in the eyes of some as I acknowledged the existence of whom they refused to. I cannot fix the problem, I cannot give someone a home, I have a long list of things I cannot do. Perhaps, to some that makes the small things they can do unimportant.

But I was raised that even the smallest of things that bring joy to another, to life, that are kind, are worth doing. And so, I will continue to do.

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~ Friday, June 28 ~
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No Angel

So many questions but I know that you can’t hear me anymore…I’m talking to myself.

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Rasp b.e.r.r.y

only what was left behind
to search with grasping hands
at another time
the same rules don’t apply
the beats
knocked
the score the same
but who you adore
changed

blur them
take them
force her
take

the spinning of the
colours, the blending of the smells
raspberry, her perfume
vodka screaming in your throat
down she goes

the same rules don’t apply
once you step inside
blur them
take them
force your heart
to beat

off kilter, like a splinter, wedge
between the colour scheme
her lips lie
her heart must be what you decide
save her
your muscles ache

save her, she needs you
she doesn’t realize
force her

STOP

you cannot save what has been taken
you cannot stop what has fallen
you cannot breath
in the fumes
her perfume
her laugh
her smile
her

STOP

the colours are a blur
the music unheard
the beat off kilter
the heart has become your splinter
her splinter

Laurel Sparrowfeld

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~ Tuesday, June 18 ~
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I left my body outside, waiting to find 
my moment in time 
if only only 
my skin could display 
my memoir
the taste of salt 
down rivers 
just keep it together 
don’t let your eyes go wide 
from all the pain you hide 
….you hide…..

- laurel Sparrowfeld

I left my body outside, waiting to find
my moment in time
if only only
my skin could display
my memoir
the taste of salt
down rivers
just keep it together
don’t let your eyes go wide
from all the pain you hide
….you hide…..

- laurel Sparrowfeld

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If you could keep it together for a moment in time….just wanted but not needed…3


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She’s lost 3

She’s lost 3

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