My life closed twice before its close It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
- Emily Dickinson Life is so magical. I sometimes feel like getting lost in its colours. People fascinate me.... I don't understand them, but I am drawn towards their infinite misgivings and imperfections.
Buried my dreams On by one, Until there were none left to bury The blue heart is heavy Miss the warmth of the Tears And the embrace of the Vines of pain The hands bleed Tired And they have only dirt and blisters The price for the wear and tear of my conscience
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble pricked and the green thread nibbled away, the petal fell, falling until the only flower was the falling itself. Water is another matter, has no direction but its own bright grace, runs through all imaginable colors, takes limpid lessons from stone, and in those functionings plays out the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
