“Even after all the things that have happened to your face, you’re still brilliant.”
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.” “I’m not that good at live & let live, she told me, when it’s just as easy to avoid & then I...
I cannot take these ups and downs anymore. If it weren’t for the small breaks I get to do absolutely nothing, I’m sure I would go insane with a mental breakdown. I wonder how many people feel like this also, or if there is actually anyone who does.
I want to stay under the water forever. Swimming towards the light, so welcoming and enveloping my body, seeming to be warm.The water blurs out all the sounds like it should. I don’t want to hear any sounds anymore. Can’t they tell that my eardrums are bursting at every noise? My eardrums are ruptured just because you said something. I just said something, why is it echoing, echoing,...
I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.– Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda