we need to be open enough to be our vulnerable, compassionate selves
but we also need to be wise enough to give it to people who prove themselves worthy.
moths are drawn to light;
that doesn’t make the flame any less bright.
I have no talent, I just feel things very deeply.
people love me for who I am, and you tried to take that away from me.
pushing you off of me,
in a dream I told you “no” was a complete sentence,
and you said that was stupid.
When my heart is breaking, only two things really get me through when it comes down to it; music and poetry. A broken heart is like a dislocated arm, you have to break it again, in the right way. It hurts, but it will heal properly. Thank you, all of the long deceased men who are there to comfort me at night, speak to me softly, whisper across centuries of time, and play your violins for me.
The more I learn, the more I see how much of a ripoff of already expressed idea as everything is.
send me music to listen to?
The Earth’s clouds reflecting moonlight, creating a faint, reddish glow at a beach in northern France. Beyond the clouds lie cosmic dust and star clouds of the Milky Way. The constellation Sagittarius can be seen peaking above the horizon and Jupiter is shining visibly on the right, amongst the stars of the Scorpius constellation.
Photo credit & copyright: Laurent Laveder (July, 2007)
I was listening to Corinne Bailey Rae’s The Sea and thought how much of a pity it would be if she hadn’t decided to sing.
Everyone has different songs in their hearts, and I thought what a pity it would be also, if I did not sing mine.