January 2011
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were.
-e e cummings
Our idealisations and expectations tend to pave a path that seem flawless and wondrous - but in the instant when we reach that route, we realise that it’s the wrong road and there’s still a long way ahead of us. The tick of every second is now haunting as they can never be brought back. The hollow sound of silence is disturbing and everything starts to collapse. The thought of...
“Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every New Year...”
– Benjamin Franklin (via theimpossiblecool)
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