“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be;
and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
I sought, and soon discovered, the three head-stones on the slope next the moor
— the middle one, gray, and half buried in heath — Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss,
creeping up its foot — Heathcliff's still bare. I lingered round them, under that benign sky;
watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass;
and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Can you be an adjunct in a person's life?
Someone who people does not consider or give much importance.
Could you be the right person, but only at times ?
Is this a deficiency ?
Would that be right?
Should we learn how to accept our importance in the right moments ?
Or should we take more pride or self-esteem to the point of not accepting certain situations. ..
everything is broken ...
you can see in people faces ,
every single one of them .
but you see . . .
that's also how the light gets in .
so don't you give up .
Cause real Darkness, is something more
than just a lack of light.
He tried to tell you what it is, but you ignored him. I understand why.
You don't want to look at anyone's pain.
The trouble is, when you try to avoid it, you stop helping. People end up alone.
Help kind of moves around. Like... light. Even a little bit is good.
I'm a little uninspired
It happens to the best of us
I know I shouldn't take it hard
But I'm so afraid this time I'll never change
Won't shake it off
I'll just go insane
We're moving so fast
Why do I feel so empty
There's clothes in my closet
But nothing to wear
It's a mysterious thing
The more that I acquired
The less hungry I am but
not more satisfied
- meredith brooks
" . . . bruises that won't heal . . ."
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The longer I stand here
The louder the silence
I know that you're gone but sometimes I swear I hear
Your voice when the wind blows
So I talk to the shadows
Hoping you might be listening
But I know that you can't hear me any more
- Skylar Grey
"... living for the dream about be carried by the flow ,
or could i be going strongly against it?
I wish I could get on that boat,
i wish I could feel the breeze from the top,
let the cold air freeze my burning heart.
And if the air for once could pass by that flame ,
would it let the oxygen fill my lungs so I can breath again ?
Did I ever had one of my own ? ... It was so long ago ...
I thought together we could face the world ...
. . .years gone by and we can't even face ourselves ..."
i know i am always a little on the edge about knowing if i will ever shoot again .
i guess sometimes life it is just like that ,sucking the hope out of our lives .
and speaking about changes ,this is one of the few places where you can literally
see the difference between the years at the same place , over the same person perspective .
time changes everything . Don't you think ?
what if I fall and hurt myself would you know how to fix me?
what if I went and lost myself would you know where to find me?
if I forgot who I am, would you please remind me?