March 2011
66 posts
when thoughts deep drifting
and walls keep shifting
stuck in reverse
Beyond myself
Somewhere
I wait for my arrival
Call oh small boy, with the long tremulous cry that echoes over the hills. Dance oh small boy, with the first slow steps of the dance that is for yourself. Call and dance, Innocence, call and dance while you may. For this is a prelude, it is only a beginning. Strange things will be woven into it, by men you have never heard of, in places you have never seen. It is life you are going into, you are...
hatred, anger, and exploitation are the prominent features of the landscape
“For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes...”
– Vincent van Gogh (via girlwithoutwings)
In the deserted harbor there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished paneling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
i need a new dream catcher please
even louder
