I have heard the beast pound in the breath of a bird and felt in its feathers the fire. I have hated with passion the gathering herd and the weight of its common desire Ah, but no rest for weary terrestrial wings in beating oppressive air they long for the strength of celestial things like… Continue reading Anaïs Nin
Let me fall asleep with all questions unasked.. ― Danya Krish
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even… Continue reading Unknown
Assume you’ll succeed at everything you do. Of course that’s not true. But you’ll never achieve an extraordinary life without a little false hope. — Unknown
I had the dream where you read your own poems, Like those written sometime ago, only these were in the grey book written after death… And you look finer, paler and tinier every passing moment, Then you disappear. The last to vanish were your hands And only the poems were left unharmed And in the… Continue reading Grażyna Chrostowska
Even when we sleep we watch over each other And this love heavier than a lake’s ripe fruit Without laughter or tears lasts forever One day after another one night after us. — Paul Éluard, “Even When We Sleep,” source unknown.
There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is the dire need of peace. — Anonymous