“It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.” F.Scott Fitzgerald
“I couldn’t have spoken like this yesterday, because when we’ve been apart, and I’m looking forward to seeing you, every thought is burnt up in a great flame. But then you come; and you’re so much more than I remembered, and what I want of you is so much more than an hour or two […]
The Lace Being human: term for a flickering possession, existence of a happiness still undemonstrated: is it inhuman, that a pair of eyes turned into this small densely woven piece of lace? Do you want them back? You, long since vanished and finally blind– is all your human joy here inside this thing where your […]
…I’ll be the earth. My moon, oh my moon Not even into Another eternity Will stop your lovely orbiting I had held it a world away Until my body began to say I need not one thing more Oh, wrap the ground around Your gentle winding mind Oh, guard the pounding sound Breathe in your […]
“You ruin your life by tolerating it. At the end of the day you should be excited to be alive. When you settle for anything less than what you innately desire, you destroy the possibility that lives inside of you, and in that way you cheat both yourself and the world of your potential. The […]