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Something that once was, has the potential to be again.
“Into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.”
— John Muir
And no one else remembers Except the moon and I.
Rolan Leighton, excerpt of Clair de Lune (via lesgardenias)
And a rock feels no pain And an island never cries
Simon & Garfunkel
‘I Am a Rock’
digital image, 2013
Around us shadows and the wind Listened for what was never spoken
Sara Teasdale
‘Wisdom (It Was a Night of Early Spring)
we have art in order not to die of the truth.
friedrich nietzsche (via visual-poetry)
By the light of the moon, I'm comin' home
Murder By Death
‘Comin’ Home’
By Helen Warner
‘Sensorium’
It was hard swimmin' once and now you're daily divin' in
The Builders and The Butchers
‘Bringin’ Home the Rain’
Gonna set my conscience free Where there ain't no judge in sight Well it's all just a mystery
The White Buffalo
‘Set My Body Free’
There’s something inside you It's hard to explain They’re talking about you, boy But you’re still the same
London Grammar
‘Nightcall’
Jon Cuadros
I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.
Alan Watts
CUR3ES - Only a suggestion…
By Laura Makabresku
‘Waiting For’
Petals fell from flowers ‘Till all of them were gone In the long and dreadfull hours The wizard’s curse played on
Bob Dylan
‘Tempest’