"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 25, 2014

Without Rocks


I went for a walk

Searching for rocks to collect


Instead I found you


Between the rain drops

A voice in the wind

A memory moving with the clouds

A reflection in the ripples of the water


I returned home without rocks

With words in my pockets

I found along the way

 

 

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