"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



Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Wonder



I was dreaming of a heavy arm
Draped over the past
And you came along
Like the sun rising over the sea
Making me light 
Making me feel free 
Your eyes shone on my darkness
Bending my night to the brightest star 
Telling me truth 
Taking my hand
Listening
As we told stories 
Settling me 
Calming me 
A muse showing me
The wonder of life 



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