| | i saw the images today of what i'd dreamt up before- of the ordinary. the toddler like an invalid chained to the pram, the single leaf pushed to wind, the lightness that filled the vessel of my thoughts. i can only give what has already been given to me. kierkegaard dreamt up three stages, because the highest attained and the highest seen of life was the third. and i do not question any more than that.
why do you write when you think writing is useless? she said.
because some days the sky just gives birth to poetry damn it.
because it's not a right, to be happy, i realise. today i hold the people i love.
i'm more than what i'm thought of, and i'm smaller than the theories. |
| | Posted 7/26/2008 9:37 PM - 4 views - 0 comments
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