"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

Two Poems


His head was all fucked up 
He wanted to talk to her
As she
His past walked by
When
He found two poems on the floor
One said 
"Expect the ugly..."
The other
"See the wonder..."
He never knew what 
Or who he wanted
So he went to bed 
Alone
Each night 
Dreaming of yesterday 


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