Dès Vu
Finally,
I understood Dès Vu on the day I met who…
Would reawaken love within me,
Who’d rekindle my spark, too
On that day I knew…
Like the love before you,
These moments, too, would become sweet-sorrowful-memories soon
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Dès Vu
Finally,
I understood Dès Vu on the day I met who…
Would reawaken love within me,
Who’d rekindle my spark, too
On that day I knew…
Like the love before you,
These moments, too, would become sweet-sorrowful-memories soon
Perhaps I will finally be a lonely writer when I am old
The pull of loneliness is never stronger than when I am loved
And I am never more aware of how painstakingly I have procrastinated pursuing my dreams than when I am in the arms of another
I never want to be a writer more than when I am finally a lover
And never more desire the life of a lover than when I am finally living as a writer
I have loved many lives and lived many loves in my short time on this plane
I don’t know how this all will end, but I know it is inevitable that I will be lonely again
It’s days like this that remind me of the joys of solitude
I find myself often thinking of you
Thinking of love
And thinking of who I might be to you
It’s a strange familiar feeling
Is it impending doom?
Is it life’s fresh fruits fallen from God’s full loom?
When she wakes up with morning breath
And claims to look like death
She looks to me to be divine
Like a death I’d die a thousand times
“A man on a coffee date looked down for a safe space and his latte stared back, knowing they await the same two fates”
Short story first line - unused
I hate everything I write
Every word sucks
And that’s OKAY
I write because I want to
Because I can
I write to leak the pain in my body
Through the ink from my hand
Is it better to be pure and fallen,
Than to never have been pure at all?
It’s Earth, Wind & Fire day AND The Hobbit Day! Do you remember the 21st night of September? On September 21, 1937, J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit was first published! 💚
The truth is that you already are what you are seeking.
-Adyashanti
i don’t want a job i want to read good books and drink good coffee and get kissed on the neck
Failure is an opportunity. If you blame someone else, there is no end to the blame.
-Lao Tzu
"If you crush a cockroach, you're a hero. If you crush a beautiful butterfly, you're a villain. Morals have aesthetic criteria."
~ Nietzsche
I love how different forms of art are all obsessed with each other. A book tries to capture the feeling of music, a painting tries to depict a scene in a book, a song tries to paint a picture. And it's always insufficient. No single form of art can encapsulate another form of art and capture the essence of it – but it tries, and its attempts are impossibly compelling. All the forms of art are in love with each other and spend so much time trying to express what makes the other kinds of art so lovely.
"I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I'll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I've got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite."
– Via "svnflower-blog" on Tumblr
Write Me If You Need Me
A place - A Soul
Once, by me, loved was she - completely
Until by waning view of backward mirrors, consumed was she, so neatly
If by chance or happenstance
Once more you gain to see me
Do your dance
Break not your trance
Please slide past me so sweetly
If God nor Man may stay your hand
You may write me if you need me