"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Black...


When I closed my eyes last night there was a gun at my head



(Mark Rothko)

And a picture of you in my hand
Tears streamed down my cheeks
All the years and memories


Gone


With the pull of a trigger

Black

No more pain of betrayals bitter taste



                                                                                                             (Pearl Jam ~ Black)


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