come and whisper in my ear,
you're very pretty dear
and,
it'll be alright.
you're lying, but i don't mind tonight.
(The bluest iris that I'd ever seen
SHe vanished like a dream, sinking back
Into the ground
Singing "maybe i'm ashamed and maybe I wept real tears"
But maybe she was hiding because she wanted to be found
You wanted to be found!
Don't be afraid of him.
Be still.)
all who go in beauty,
will resurrect, in beauty.
will resurrect, in beauty.
About Me
such a mistake to want
clarity above all things. whats
a single night, especially
one like this, now so close to ending?
on the other side, there could be anything,
all the joy in the world, the stars fading
the street light becoming a bus stop.
"leave it as messy as it is, with all the intimations of disclosure but also colored, with shades of idealism...
human beings are half mad, at their best."
clarity above all things. whats
a single night, especially
one like this, now so close to ending?
on the other side, there could be anything,
all the joy in the world, the stars fading
the street light becoming a bus stop.
"leave it as messy as it is, with all the intimations of disclosure but also colored, with shades of idealism...
human beings are half mad, at their best."
"it must be immense, this silence, in which sounds and movements have room, and if one thinks that along with all this the presence of the distant sea also resounds, perhaps as the innermost note in this prehistoric harmony, than one can only wish that you are trustingly and patiently letting the magnificent solitude work upon you, this solitude which can no longer be erased from your life, which, in everything that is in store for you to experience and to do, will act as an anonymous influence, continuously and gently decisive, rather as the blood of our ancestors incessantly moves in us and combines with our own to form the unique, unrepeatable being that we are at every turning of our life."
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"maybe she was hiding because she wanted to be found".
ReplyDeletei like that a lot.
i like your blog a lot too; i found it via amy's coffee talk and read through many of your posts this morning. you're a really interesting, talented writer. "like falling" describes your style well, i felt like i was falling through your words :)