The Way I see it

My name is Saja. Searching for a new way to be; being present; being a completely new person. Inspiration draws here.

[lifeinpoetry]

Love what of you has been rubbed away.

What of you still must fall.

— Annah Browning, from “How to Love a House,” Witch Doctrine

[sajamontague]

I sink

And then I swim all night

[nataliapaints]

[misspeelpants]

The Evening After Summer’s End

Photographed by Guy Bourdin. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Vogue, October 1969.

[closetotears]

[saras-scrapbook]

Mark Oliver Everett, Things the Grandchildren Should Know

[lifeinpoetry]

This poem is endless, the odds against us are endless, our chances of being alive together statistically nonexistent; still we have made it, alive in a time when rationalists in square hats and hatless Jehovah’s Witnesses agree it is almost over, alive with our lively children who—but for endless ifs— might have missed out on being alive together with marvels and follies and longings and lies and wishes and error and humor and mercy and journeys and voices and faces and colors and summers and mornings and knowledge and tears and chance. 

— Lisel Mueller, from “Alive Together,” The Private Life

[thirst]

x

[minuty]

[sajamontague]

[sajamontague]

[sajamontague]

I’ll try and try and try again.

[sajamontague]

Strangers, 

Loves,

Memories

[sajamontague]

That man from the mountains…

stole my heart like no other….

[sajamontague]

Carrier of traditions,

of memories, and love.

[sajamontague]

Strong af women

[untrustyou]