I don’t think you understand how brave it is to let go. You know there will be a tomorrow but you know they won’t be there and you have to hold onto the crumbs of a stupid memory from a school trip. You have to watch people move on and force your legs to move with them . You will lose them and you will surely hate it but there won’t be any other emotion-there will be a void and it will bleed every time they smile in your dreams.
A little something for our cold hearts
After a thousand afternoons ,when my age didn't tick my bones and his would accumulate with candles -I liked how my name sounded off his lips. There was so much reassurance from how he looked at me, like I’m nothing different than him. And right beside the shores of his hometown he asked me
“What are we ?”
I had left even before we could write down an answer. It must’ve been painful to wake up to any empty bed. He must’ve searched his house. He would have called me over and over again. I wouldn't have liked how it sounded off his lips.
Somedays like today, the world
looks tremendously vast,
And I miss human chaos,
There is nothing much to fill spaces.
Empty rooms feel less comforting.
Somedays I want to stand with the crowd
And watch existence
See stories of people I'll never name.
But they must have seen a movie I liked ,
And truly hated it,
But that's okay.
“Sooner or later you’ll begin to dream of me. I don’t envy you those dreams. I can imagine how my face looks, burning like that, afflicted with desire—lowered face of your invention—how the mouth betrays the isolated greed of the lover as it magnifies and then destroys: I don’t envy you that visitation.”
— Louise Glück, First Goodbye
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Normal people living in All Valey when they hear about another karate fight:
The greatest wonders of the world, are the breathing beings, not the monuments for the dead. -@ineluctable---- Poetry-Words
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