i feel you in my heart and i don’t even know you.
my words.
"we seldom know what we're hearing when we hear something for the first time, but one thing is certain: we hear it as we will never hear it again. we return to the moment to experience it, I suppose, but we can never really find it, only its memory, the faintest imprint on what it really was, what it meant." - Colum McCann; Let the Great World Spin
• ask.
revolutions.
just a thought
maybe one day i could wear a caftan and you could wear a caftan, and we wouldn’t worry about sitting in the dirt because we’d have music. and music feels better when one is buried in dirt, lingering on the edge of his own body. and peeling a soul from the skin is easier if hands are held - energy transferred, secrets shared. suppose you take off the caftan and i take off the caftan- we could maximize those green sunburn eyes and blue aftershock lips. and we’d be freer than we were before.
and there’s something about forever that reminds me: i have the apocalypse on speed-dial and he is very, very real.
I maintain an overbearing amount of unrequited love.
“Man, that’s a lot of unrequited love you’ve got there!” they’d say.
I told them “I know, it keeps me warm in the winter”.
“The beauty of things must be that they end.”
— Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless)
