It’s true the world will turn without you. The trick 
is to burn so bright
to afford such warmth
that when you leave the room
the sky gasps, knowing
a star has gone out.
Finding my words has been so hard. And then this. I've fallen in love with poesy all over again.

I need to stop compulsively buying music.

But the Almost Alice soundtrack...hot damn.

There are too many good songs (for writing, this is awesome. This is very awesome).  Here's one at random. Ears, rejoice!

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Toska

Here's a description by the Russian writer, Nabakov:

No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague ( Read more... )

Today, I am happy.

I think it has a lot to do with putting my room in order last night, drudging out my easel, and coloring a picture of Hope with my copic markers. Though I love writing, I do; drawing has always had a special place in my heart.  When I paint or sketch or color, I can zone out and concentrate wholly on the image itself. I don't have ( Read more... )