"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



Friday, August 8, 2014

Parking Spot



Skin on skin

Ink on skin


A name, memory and place


All the time

Separating then and now

The space between the letters etched on my body

In-between which the mysteries are felt

The little spaces of sharing

In the attempting to understand


A parking spot

To rest

To make love

To be

To talk

To sleep


Till the dawn of answers

Ascends with the attempt to know another


Skin on skin

Ink on skin



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