April 2010
“The saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.”
—Nicholas Sparks, Dear John (via anditslove)
March 2010
““Why has time disappeared in our culture? How is it that after decades of inventions and new technologies devoted to saving time and labor, the result is that there is no time left? We are a time-poor society; we are temporally impoverished. And there is no issue, no aspect of human life, that exceeds this in importance. The destruction of time is literally the destruction of life.””
—Jacob Needleman (via dirtylittlestylewhore)
“Intelligence is not a measure of how much we know how to do, but of how we behave when we don’t know what to do.”
—John Holt, How Children Fail (via tapwaterjackson) (via quote-book)
It’s because I’m solitary like a blade of grass
independent like a parasite.
But resilient like the flowers the grow after fire.
I pretend for awhile that i’m free
I’m Water and air
Things pass through me and i feel nothing
I can encase you
Drown or deny you.
You need me
I imagine myself
Strong
I’m steel wool and you’re silk
I’m fire and you’re a fragile structure
begging to let me destroy you
And i will
I would
If only I was fire
But i’m not.
I’m moss growing on the base of you
I’m the moon reflecting your light
I’m a flower, waiting for your rays so i can open my petals
And i have nothing to prove
Because you don’t require me to
and i’ll melt away like
fresh powder on hot cement
I’ll pretend for awhile that i am
everything I could be
Then i’ll slip away
And I won’t leave a single thing out of place
and you’ll sigh deeply and go on
Being like fire, steel and the sun
You’ll destroy me like the fragile structure I am
and I’ll let you
and the seasons will turn
Death, Rebirth, Flourish, Change
Repeat
The lulls in our conversation gasp for air
I catch my breath and wait for the silence to encase us again
I’m tied to you like an anchor
But your hull has a leak
and i drag you down with me
We’re drowning
It’s slow and deliberate
Each breath of water in my lungs brings more comfort
as i acclimate to the sea
I am one with the earth again
and it just feels right
You cut me loose before it’s too late
and float to shore
Relieved with the concentration of oxygen
I float downward like a lazy balloon
and make my new home
1,000 feet beneath the sea
Listen
Photobooth / Death Cab For Cutie
“If you cannot make knowledge your servant, make it your friend.”
—Baltazar Gracian (via nihilnoetia) (via quote-book)
