Things that hurt and heal

Did I never forget?
Or did I, after years,
remember? To hear that song
again, though brokenly
in the distances of memory,
is coming home. […]

—Wendell Berry, from “Horses”
(via whisperthatruns)

(via hopefuldisparity)

dreamt the earthquake finally came and made everything better

dreamt you were alive again

no that’s a lie

i’m lying

you have never been in my dreams

but you are in the fruit trees i collect

to keep the bees from dying

—Yuna Winter, “Nature Poems pt. III,” published in Spy Kids Review (via agooduniverse)

(via exahele)

I am so busy. I am practicing
my new hobby of watching me
become someone else. There is
so much violence in reconstruction.
Every minute is grisly, but I have
to participate. I am building
what I cannot break.

—Jennifer Willoughby, from “The Sun is Still a Part of Me” in Beautiful Zero (via wethinkwedream)

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Literary characters are, maybe, like long distance friends. Your perception of them is brief, but intense.

—What Marcel Proust Taught Me About Characterization (via millionsmillions)

abandonment
would seem selfish
if i was not already empty.
    
unprepared,
quaking,
i rattle bones
and hear an orchestra.
   
living and dying
are often irrelevant.
    
the intrepid unknown,
   
i sleep
across train tracks
and feel very much alive.

—poeticallyordinary, intrepid unknown. (via poeticallyordinary)

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