What she hoped became my will.
Postcard from the world not lostbut cannot be found.I am living here, but now wishto live where you’re looking from. We will live together…
Your ambitions,let them travel till they’ve swallowed starsand when you’re in need offine line;come undress in my arms.
I shall live for reasons I wished to die.
I guess when our promises mated,we forgot unexpected changein weather. Rain in June.
Particularly,this simpleton will spectate,Yes it’s well knownday gives to nightbut this simpleton spectatingwill argue; What if,What if day isn’t giving to night buthas had a change of outfit?
If I can meet you in a dreamand there we bask,lovers parade; aren’t burntWhy,Why then out a dreamwe can only baskwhen potential of burningis patrolled by intentions realm?!
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. […]Continue reading “Louise Eldrich — The Vale of Soul-Making”
Can’t love for my father be pavement?
Do you have a name? I remember looking at you thinking this might not be true It’s more like looking in the mirror when you thought no lights were on. …so much deceit. What don’t you want to see?