Hello--yes, this is Rubin.
This song has been popping into my head randomly every couple days for the past 2 weeks.
I might just be sitting absentmindedly or I’ll overhear a phrase that triggers the first line:
I’ve been running, trying to be one who sees.
Either my subconscious is trying to hint at something or God is. But when it comes down to it, in a way, they’re both supposed to be the same thing, aren’t they?
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.
Ugh. So good
I think I’m still too immature for a movie like Her. My heart still stings. I still cling so tightly onto a romanticized version of love.
On a side note: I’ve only seen Joaquin Phoenix play heartbreaking/heartwrenching roles… But what a great actor.
How quickly things can change…
moods. personalities. tastes. relationships. characters. thoughts. perspectives.
Your very essence.
lately been looking for music without vocals.
the only way i can describe this phase is that the human voice is relative to the listener but instruments resound truthfully—precisely.
I’d describe the way today’s event has left me as being shaken up and thrown off balance.
Helped a dainty little Italian grandma at a grocery store today to find small onions as she used her limited English to explain that the ones that came in packs were too big for just herself.
Half of me wanted to tell her sorry, that I was busy or simply tell her that I don’t know where she could find the small onions so I could get on with my own grocery shopping. But the other half imagined my own mom in a couple decades, in this grandma’s shoes. It was a heart-wrenching thought and I guess that’s why I stayed. Well, mostly because my mom and also because Jesus.