And i'm never real; it's just a sketch of me.
"...our lives are reflected back to us as terrible and little lives. We see daily that our lives are terrible and little, without continuity, buyable and salable at any moment, mere blips on a screen, that this is the way we live now. Memory marketed as nostalgia; terror reduced to mere suspense, to melodrama. We become stoical; we hibernate; we numb ourselves with chemicals; we emigrate internally into fictions of past and future; we thirst for guns; but as a people we have rarely, if ever, known what it is to tremble with fear, to lament, to rage, to praise, to solemnize, to say, We have done this, to our sorrow; to say Enough, to say We will, to say We will not. To lay claim to poetry."
--Adrienne Rich
(as a side note, it's 2:22 and i feel a desperate need to apologize for everything; every action i've taken every heart i've broken every betrayal...most of all for the utter humanity that causes me to love so many people at once, with all of my heart, and how much i want that to be enough, or more than enough, how loving too many is much better than having to pick one and suck everything i need out until there's nothing left.
maybe we could be eachother's soul mates. all of us.)
i would like to say something moving about how large the sky is and how much it makes me feel like i could explode. my heart is just sand, and the wind is gonna scatter it and cover everything with love.
"So if it makes you happy than keep kneeling, mama, but i'm standing up."
--Adrienne Rich
(as a side note, it's 2:22 and i feel a desperate need to apologize for everything; every action i've taken every heart i've broken every betrayal...most of all for the utter humanity that causes me to love so many people at once, with all of my heart, and how much i want that to be enough, or more than enough, how loving too many is much better than having to pick one and suck everything i need out until there's nothing left.
maybe we could be eachother's soul mates. all of us.)
i would like to say something moving about how large the sky is and how much it makes me feel like i could explode. my heart is just sand, and the wind is gonna scatter it and cover everything with love.
"So if it makes you happy than keep kneeling, mama, but i'm standing up."