who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for eternity outside of time
…
illuminating all the motionless world of time between
(from howl, by allen ginsberg)
oh, how i miss
substituting the conclusion
to confrontation with a kiss
and oh, how i miss
walking up to the edge and jumping in
like i could feel the future on your skin
i opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were mine for kissing
i opened the fire door
walking through unwinding paths
that lead me to no end
how I have searched endlessly
for something to believe
a picture that captures time
a moment we can realize
that there is more for us to see
but out of focus it always seems
don’t wait for the lines to change
don’t wait for a sign
you let all these years pass by
it’s time that you let go
it’s not too late
you had too many days
to wait upon these lines
you had to wait for time to pass
you waited all these years
it’s time for you to leave this place
it’s time to run away
don’t wait for this to settle in
it’s time that you found out
i don’t know anymore
what it’s for
i’m not even sure
if there is anyone
who is in the sun
will you help me to understand
cause i’ve been caught in between
all i wish for, and all i need
maybe you’re not even sure what it’s for
any more than me
may god’s love be with you
always
remember to choose to be a great person.
and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
- anaïs nin
for the first time, it all seems fictional. each and every one of the moments that seemed, at the time, like the most finite of moments, all of a sudden became nothing more than a story inside of my head. yes, there are pictures and tales to harken myself back to those times, but how much does that mean when it’s reduced to a moment reflected in the mirror that questions the tangibility of the pictures, the stories? do they belong to me, really? how we reflected between us beauty and truth, and how wonderful the world really was when we paused in the darkness. did that really happen? and at what point did my favourite moments of existence relegate themselves to questionable pieces in time?
as the sun sets
we will make our silent escape
we will take nothing with us
we will not leave a thing behind
no more lies will you tell her
no more cries from her bed
all the anguish you bred here
you will have to live with
always
and we long for redemption
as we search for a promise
draw me out of the water
we must make our escape
tonight
take me to my home
run with me now
sunrise doesn’t last all morning
a cloudburst doesn’t last all day
seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
it’s not always going to be this grey
sunset doesn’t last all evening
a mind can blow those clouds away
after all this, my love is up and must be leaving
it’s not always going to be this grey
all things must pass
all things must pass away
none of life’s strings can last
so, i must be on my way
and face another day
now the darkness only stays the night-time
in the morning it will fade away
daylight is good at arriving at the right time
it’s not always going to be this grey
all things must pass
all things must pass away
keep it simple; as simple as posible, but no simpler.
- albert einstein
to endure is greater than to dare;
to tire out hostile fortune;
to be daunted by no difficulty;
to keep heart when all have lost it-
who can say this is not greatness?
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