"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, August 18, 2014

Three Stones


Can you taste the uncertainty in my kiss

Feel the doubt on my skin


I was broken

I fell to the ground

I am frightened (now) to surrender my soul

To relinquish my secrets


I waiver in my desires

I question all the motives

I hide

Taking shelter from the emotional rain


Can you hear my heart trembling

Feel the defeat in my touch

The waterfall of love is hidden

In the desert of sunken gardens

A compass on my body

Is the answer to the riddle of the three stones


Can you reach my hand in the dark

Feel the tenderness still inside of me



 

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