"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



Sunday, October 25, 2015

October Day




Coffee and cookies 
In comfy pajamas  
Lazy cozy and cuddled 
On an October day
Her hair tangled 
They talked between the easy silence
Like old friends 
Without expectations 
Warm together while crisp autumn air rustled leaves
She asked him about dreaming
He asked her about cookie crumbs
She told him she was like a cookie, "crispy on the outside but soft and chewy on the inside" 
He smiled and said, "I like how you look"
They spent the day on the couch
Hundreds of miles apart 


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