It is a good thing to be a great sinner. Or should human beings allow Christ to have died on the Cross for the sake of our petty lies and our paltry whorings.
People work much in order to secure the future; I gave my mind much work and trouble, trying to secure the past.
Truth is for tailors and shoemakers. … I, on the contrary, have always held that the Lord has a penchant for masquerades.
The extinction of the human race.
– Southern euphemism
I know it’s a stretch but sing it.
Dear Emmy Lynn, as the moon lingers a moment over the Bridgers, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.
This is tearing me apart.
They all represent you and your projection on to me. And you want me to deny that.
You’re living a lie.
Breathing in, I know that anger is here. Breathing out, I know that the anger is in me. Breathing in, I know that anger is unpleasant. Breathing out, I know this feeling will pass. Breathing in, I am calm. Breathing out, I am strong enough to take care of this anger.
There are always difficulties.
We should never simply write ourselves off as a confluence of various forces. It’s always our decision who we are.
I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives. – Dr. Manhattan
No, but do I sound like I do?
I hate losing more than I love to win.
I cannot say it will weigh very heavily on my conscious.
What is an hour?
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
“It is the power of the mind to be unconquerable.” – Seneca
I am only me, that is all that I can be
No more, no less, don’t second guess
I love, I laugh, I live and cry,
I’ve wished at times, that I could die
Some days I’m funny, others I’m not,
sometimes I’m in overdrive and can’t stop
I am a loyal and honest friend,
You know that I’ll be there until the end
I am a romantic, sensual, and passionate too,
to the love of my life, I’ll share this with you
I can be sweet and shy or sassy and bold,
I’m quite a handful, or so I’ve been told
I am not perfect, I do have my faults,
like when I scare I put up high walls
Or I’m not as forgiving, as I’d sometimes like to be,
because when I hurt, I hurt deeply
My logic is all my own, at times misunderstood,
because I don’t always do things for my own good
I have many facets, like a diamond you see…
I am only me.