maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.
❝ Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore. ❞
Richard Siken
(Source: vaincre)
❝ Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it. ❞
Richard Siken (via leighway)
(Source: formerlyleighway)
It’s 1922 and Ludwig Wittgenstein has just published his Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus which insists, among other things, that the limits of my language mean the limits of my world. Or, put another way: how you say it is how you think it. And, more dramatically: if you can’t say it, you can’t think it. And, if you can’t think it, how can you solve it?
I believe strongly, disbelieve just as strongly.
Even more liberating: I don’t have to believe me. I just say a buncha stuff and sometimes it sticks.
How are you? Fine, and you? It’s not that we don’t care, it’s that we’re terrified that someone will actually break down and tell us. Everyone I know is in some kind of pain. Everyone.
Sometimes people go to a place where few others go, places most people can’t get to, and then they get stuck there.
I am a liar because life is short and the days are long.
I have been known to say Restaurant Nurse instead of Waitress. I am not being funny, I’m just slow sometimes.
Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from.
I have a giant umbrella that protects no one.
