"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



Saturday, August 25, 2012

Unknown ~ Gift to Sisyphus...

 
Breathing
Filling of lungs
So complex in simplicity
 
 
Crying
Leaking of salt
Déjà vu of originality
 
 
Smiling
Contortion of pleasure
Sunshine painted on lips
 
 
Three lines
Three verses
Three signs
 
Of an unknown life worth living
 
 
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