"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, November 2, 2015

Ride





(Lana Del Rey, Ride)

He spun around
She reached out a hand
Catching his heart
Before he crashed to the ground
Wrapping herself around him like the night
Her body his
Wrapping her legs around him
His arms tight around her
Sharing the same air
Whispering
Laughing
They slept and played
And made love
Writing memories
With their eyes
He spun around


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