Love……………Bleeds
Love Bleedsyou and I together have gone down a single river
with linked mouths filled with salt and blood …
–Pablo Neruda, “Furies and Sorrows”
it is a funny thing coming home
It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks
the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s
changed is you.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Being frigthtened and elation
Frightened,
I can be elated
at being left alone
when the alternative
is being with just anyone.
You are your past
memories...You are your past
You are your past. You are your memories. You can forgive, that’s
not so hard…But I don’t think you can forget all that has made you who
you are.
~Bettyclare Moffatt (Soulwork)
His voice touches me
His voice touches places inside me like someone moving through a house, flicking light switches. … And even if it was dark and there was shellfire or an arctic gale blowing, I’d still be able to understand him, because our thoughts nestle against each other, like pigeons on a wire. –Geraldine McCaughrean, The White Darkness
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