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welltreasured:

Poison & Wine is a musical snapshot about the dichotomy of love - that while it can be the thing that destroys you, it can also be the very same thing that beckons and builds you. JP and I are both married have been for several years now - and we got to talking one day about what a tug and pull our individual relationships can be. The longer you know someone - and the longer you allow someone to know you - the more the light and shadows inside each person become more vivid. This song was our attempt at being as brutally honest about the dangerous and beautiful process of knowing and being known. (-Joy Williams, The Civil Wars)

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I am easily immersed in my own world and has a high self-amusing capacity. I love random walks, getting lost or taking the wrong bus just to see things yet to be discovered. I’ve been living in this tiny little red dot for 7 years and yet always find things around me to be utterly interesting. Well, maybe what’s bigger out there kinda scares me that way, too many things to be appreciated can be quite overwhelming somehow. I’m living a life of simple pleasures, of literature worth re-reading, of luscious dark chocolates, of quivering major seventh chord, of deep alarm-less sleep, of fresh quirkiness and best, of unrestrained shared laughs. But, despite the simplicity I might present, I’m just as complex and paradoxical as any human being out there. This blog is an insight of my life, pure honesty, for I don’t write what I don’t feel deep down. Here comes the gate of my reverie.)