To take the world as one finds it, the bad with the good, making the best of the present moment,
To laugh at Fortune alike whether she be generous or unkind,
To spend freely when one has money, and to hope gaily when one has none,
To fleet the time carelessly, living for love and art,
This is the temper and spirit of the modern Bohemian in her outward and visible aspect.
It is a light and graceful philosophy, but it is the Gospel of the Moment,
This exoteric phase of the Bohemian religion,
And if, in some noble natures, it rises to a bold simplicity and naturalness, it may also lend its butterfly precepts to some very pretty vices
and lovable faults,
For in Bohemia one may find almost every sin save
that of Hypocrisy.
Her faults are more commonly those of
self-indulgence, thoughtlessness, vanity and procrastination,
And these usually go hand-in-hand with generosity, love and charity.
For it is not enough to be one’s self in Bohemia, one must allow others to be themselves, as well.
What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique?
And what is the charm of its mental fairyland?
It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia!
One must choose and find one’s own path,
Be one’s own self,
Live one’s own life.

Bohemia by Gelett Burgess

Tuesday, 15 November 2011


Deep inside my thumping heart
This happiness is choking me up
Making me uneasy and perturbed
Leaving me nervous

If you listen carefully to my loud laughs
You may hear a soft whimper of fear
Fear that one day when I wake up
You won’t be here

Late at night I would put my head on your chest
Just to hear the rhythm of your heartbeats
To remind myself
That I am not just dreaming in my sleep

When you run your fingers through my hair
And look me deep in the eyes
I have to try hard holding back the tears
And trust for once that this is for real

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