pieces of me

“Healing of the mind gradually takes place if you are with nature, with that orange on the tree and the blade of grass that pushes through cement, with the hills hidden by the clouds” photos by lynn romanus sister blog: brightmoonwhiteclouds.tumblr.com

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“Still in the process of becoming, the soul makes room.” ―Amina Cain

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i went outside to quiet the noise in my head, but the night was already waiting.

sleep wouldn’t have me, because i needed to lose something- but it followed me and faintly stood beside me in the road.

nothing moves but the fog. it almost seems unsure of itself. it holds everything at a distance, as though the night doesn’t want to be known.

i find myself staring at the streetlight- a pale circle suspended in the dark, like someone left a question there and walked away.

i stand there longer than i need to.

i don’t know if the answer will ever come in words, but i think i understand just a little, in the way the light refuses to travel.

some things never quite settle. they quietly keep the watch.

like that light pole holding up the dark with a single, tired bulb.

cherokeeghostwriter

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Duane Betts ft. Derek Trucks _ Stare At The Sun

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“Cheers for spring, for life, for a growing soul.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

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I don’t worry about rhyme. Two trees, one next to the other, are rarely identical. I think and write the way flowers have color, but how I express myself is less perfect, for I lack the divine simplicity of being only my outer self. I look and I am moved, I am moved by the way water flows when the ground slopes, and my poetry is natural like the stirring of the wind […]

—Alberto Caeiro