[spacebound51]

The words are trapped in between each breath that I exhale

They tangle so easily with the thoughts in my mind

Behind the dark clouds and gusts of wind, that’s where they lie

Held so tightly in sweaty palms

Reaching, if not calling to be heard

[equatorjournal]

[perfectquote]

[quotemadness]

“You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[anttoniojoao]

[hatin]

via weheartit

[lifeinpoetry]

“How do I look away now that I have seen you?”

— — Rachel Mennies, from “April 18, 2017,” The Naomi Letters

[perfectfeelings]

[serratedpens]

Catherine Pierce, “The Mysteries”

[unessasi]

“Then I started slipping out of the world / and I kept on slipping.”

— Camille Norton, Corruption: Poems; “The Bardo of the Mind in Contemplation” (via luthienne)

[placidhousee]

© C.P. Silver

[roseneule]

I think about these poppy fields very often, it was like a dream walking those trails.

[hatin]

via weheartit

[spacebound51]

https://open.spotify.com/track/6TL5UgbNHsgL3Zb6nLt7yw?si=bDDNEY0HScq3t9GNUUn8IQ&dl_branch=1

[oldnewyorklandia]

[perfectquote]

“You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.”

— Haruki Murakami

[spacebound51]

And then I realized, I was the problem all along.