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And go to sleep?
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@thegrayhavens
Can I just lay down in the snow
And go to sleep?
Sometimes,
You just need to sit down
and have a good cry.
All I have
are these words. I read and read and read
and when I backtrack to look back on what I have written
this pain I feel all over again
and it seems the most exquisite
perfect emptiness that rings through my words.
It seems I cannot remember them flowing from my pen
onto page - as who could live
with that emptiness inside them?
Travelling
strangely enough, is something I can only do with a loved one who is a good match to me in terms of interest.
For someone like me who still gets scared of change, travel really changes a lot: the microbiome and therefore my digestion, my routine and my sleep schedule, a whole new environment with different culture, language, and manners to observe.
By myself, it just opens this gaping maw of loneliness. My first night in Japan alone, all I could do was cry. That feeling of being disconnected to anyone in my vicinity was... indescribable.
But even lonelier than that?
Travelling with someone who by all measures is supposedly the closest person in the world to you - and feeling only emptiness and disconnectedness.
"Women were born of Pain."
- Unknown
What if all your little obsessions
are all that stand between you and the abyss
that gapes and yawns beneath your feet
just waiting, just hurting, to claim you?
What happens when nothing more inspires you
no more of that blissful attachment to an idea
to an ideal, to beauty and grace or someone
that just contains all the perfection you lack?
A fixation could save your life
when without it, you cannot forget how empty
the sky is, how empty your life is, and how much
nothing is understood by the people around you
who profess to love and know you best.
What happens when nothing else in the world
holds anymore mystery and delight for you?
What happens when I weary of it all?
Can I lie down here and just say to the earth
that I am tired of hurting, tired of striving
and just tired of living in this world - can you
let me into the next?
“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Sounds like the brave and quiet just lose then...
Is anyone else just on tenterhooks to watch Ylvis perform some of Stories of Norway live? Will they? When? There are so many things that would be amazing to hear live, but I have a soft spot for You and Me - it's been a while since I've heard them harmonise together - their mingled, unaccented voices are absolutely enchanting.
“You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet.”
— John Green; The Fault in Our Stars
What even is this? I have never seen this!? This is so weird!!! But hey, Vegard looks almost exactly like the hotel manager in the Belieber episode!!
Girl, let me rock you rock you like a rodeo...
... I am obsessed with this.
Send help.
Really, really, really need some high-def screens of this.
I need someone to look at me (and that dimple!) the way Vegard looks at Bård-Meritt here.
Mean Vegard seems like an oxymoron, but there you go.
The man is still hot as heck, as Tor Kraft or riot police.
what omg
the english language, everyone
This hit me like a brick
And people wonder why authors use italics and bold so readers understand what the hell is going on.
“What the hell are they talking abo- oh.”
Wait whaaaaaa
Who else read that 7 times and stressed each letter