IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last: New Poems
"That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years".
-Khaled Hosseini, The kite runner
-Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor People
— David Cronenberg, Consumed
I heard you're growing flowers in your garden.
Glad to know that you finally understood
how to take care of violets
Without tearing them apart.
For it being a month already,
I am slowly forgetting your voice, your touch, your eyes
And every beautiful thing about you
Including your bitter sweet lies.
I can't recall your face
Your memories are blurring out
Still here I am standing in the Dark
Repeatedly cleaving and bleeding my old wounds
It's been one year already.
How I left my scarf in your place deliberately,
Wishing you would come back in my life to return it
You didn't and I realise winter will be bitter this year
-dactylicreveries //
- Carol Rifka Blunt | Tell the wolves I'm home
Did I crossed the line?
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness