all his prayers of the past had been simple concrete requests: god, give me a...– truman capote, “other voices, other rooms”
and everybody says, “this place is beautiful and you’d be so crazy...– “talihina sky,” kings of leon
the earth is not a cold dead place.
i might hold sadness behind my eyes at times, but how willing my heart is to accept this peace that i have found.
how we rise when we’re born like the ravens in the corn on their wings,...– “on your wings,” iron & wine
culmination of a story & a goodbye session.
i woke up this morning and gathered up my thoughts, memories, worries and emotions from where they had fallen haphazardly around my bed after i collapsed at 5 am, then took a deep breath, and left them all in the sheets where they belong. i can love you when you’re here and i can love you when you’re gone, but i won’t be missing you and i will never wait for you.