"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



Monday, February 10, 2014

Will You? 

Will you confiscate me?

In the night
While a star falls into the sea

In the desert 
While the sun breaks over the horizon

(While our hearts are beating in the silence)

In the oasis
While the droplets of dew roll over our skin

In my bed
While you are wrapped around me

Will you confiscate me?
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