"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, October 16, 2015

Journals







These are the vaults containing the words…the words explaining my life from January 2009 till today. Words I wrote and have never looked at again. Too afraid to read the pain. Too weak to look at the tear stained pages. Life in ink, in journals, telling the story of broken promises, pierced hearts and glimmers of grace. Unexpected moments and beautiful surprises. A litany of the hours which moved too slowly and the minutes which moved too quickly chronicling the fickle perceptions of time. Mutable feelings with immutable consequences. Stories told in color, painted on canvas in black and white outside the lines with trembling hands under a grey sky.



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