when oscar wilde said "i'm tired of myself tonight, i should like to be someone else' and when sylvia plath said ''i wish i knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart" and when rilke said "this heavy humanness" .
I don't know what was up when I wrote " Everyday something in us dies, then we hope to find it. Our entire life we search for things that died"
I don't know what was up when I wrote "You can be witness of generosity that will accept more take than give because not one side of the coin makes it of value, of currency" but Holy shite.
"Then I hear the song and remember that our minds are born out of things we tried to hide"
- Too many pretty lies (@ineluctablehere)
A little something for our cold hearts
I pray ,
somewhere between the folds of some pages,
someone wrote what I feel,
the yearning , the coldness , the grief,
I hope there is an explanation.
_@ineluctablehere
Somedays like today, the world
looks tremendously vast,
And I miss human chaos,
There is nothing much to fill spaces.
Empty rooms feel less comforting.
Somedays I want to stand with the crowd
And watch existence
See stories of people I'll never name.
But they must have seen a movie I liked ,
And truly hated it,
But that's okay.
The greatest wonders of the world, are the breathing beings, not the monuments for the dead. -@ineluctable---- Poetry-Words
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