I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.
she is never as deeply in love with a man as she is the moment he leaves her.
One Last Thing Before I Go by Jonathan Tropper (via coffeepeople
I have told the sky all my loneliest thoughts of you. And all it does is shine star light back at me. But I guess that’s what makes it such a good listener.
Our imagination flies - we are its shadow on the earth.
that corpse you planted last year in your garden,
has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?
or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
I can’t stand to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
How to spend a Sunday Morning ~
I catch your eye. I, who had been thinking myself so vast, a temple, a church, a whole universe, confined and capable of being everywhere on the verge of things and here too, am now nothing but what you see.