(hat tip r/dataisbeautiful, one of my very favorite bits of the internet)
tie a rope to the highest tower.
survive the flood inside your head.
What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name?
i mean, you really gotta put it in perspective.
get yourself at your worst and ask “hey, how do i feel about this?”
get yourself better and then tell yourself “i am only sad that i won’t be alive forever.”
invite the only people that matter to you over to your apartment.
smash all of the fine…
I’ve found is better
when you are around.
I can taste more flavours
in wine after a kiss
from your lips.
I can hear more notes
in symphonies after you speak
I can see more shapes
in the sky after we have watched
them together on our backs.
I can smell the seasons
And I have stepped into your dream at night,
A stranger there, my body steeped in moonlight.
I watched you tremble, washed in all that silver.
Love, the stars have fallen into the garden
And turned to frost. They have opened like a hand.
in my grief
i have buried words
and burned away poetry
“i love the way you write
like letters” you once said.
won’t bring you back
an artful line
never once saved