Summer Afternoon

Gracefully; blossom
pirouettes towards the ground -
nature’s ballerina.

A window, open,
beckons a timid sparrow -
who sits contented.

Delicate fragrance
of a tulip's tender kiss,
flutters in the air.

Vincent

C'est beau, n'est pas?

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I keep digging, deeper and deeper in the sand. My hands calloused and raw, from the beautiful friction. My hands claw away in this barren pit of filth, searching for the answers to the questions that are so unfathomable in their metaphysical paradoxes that they cannot be uttered, let alone entertained. This few cubic centimetres inside my brain is not enough. As I dig further down, the sand continues to cave in, replacing the areas where meaning, knowledge and thought were once held in pockets; shrouding them, once again, in mystery. As new pieces of the puzzle are uncovered, others are undeniably lost. Before I know it the sun is setting and this space which consumes me is deathly cold. A single, delicate, glass teardrop winds its way from my vacant eyes, perching momentarily on my chin, before hurtling down to perdition. My hair is thinning and my hands . . . my hands are so worn that their sensitivity has faded to such an extent that I do not even feel the beads of blood materialising through the skin anymore, in a kind of gruesome, organic, polka dot. I need this pain to feel alive, to acknowledge the beauty of it all. I need to dig further, deeper faster to reach the ever elusive answers which will ultimately destroy me and set me free . . . but they always escape. Nevertheless I keep digging in vain hope. I can't stop, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, until I suddenly realise. I must know when to draw the line in this sand. To step back and walk away.

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Welcome

Greetings everybody!

Welcome to my new blog, 'Pechorin's Paintbox'.
This blog will consist of my uninhibited ramblings, including music reviews, literary reviews, perhaps some short fiction and whatever I'm finding interesting and wish to share with you lovely people, be it music, poetry, art, or verbose opinionated trash (though hopefully not so much of the latter).

I am writing this blog, not primarily with the point of entertaining, but for my own welfare (I think), to both get things off my chest (because everyone needs a moan once in a while right?) and to get myself into the habit of writing every day, with a view to improving the coherence of my thoughts and to become more comfortable with my own writing. However, if I manage to entertain along the way, even better, right?

And finally, as for the name of this blog . . . well, you can come to your own conclusions.

Farewell

THIS IS NOT AN EXIT