there is really nothing.
"We are lucky to have these legs and this ground, and that our muscles work with speed and the blood surges and that we can see everything." --Dave Eggers, After I Was Thrown In The River And Before I Drowned
Come brighten my corner.
"[When I was a nail I loved only
the hammer. When I was a breeze I died
on a door.] When I was a fish
I swam without knowing not yet, or last
breath, or shore."
— Tessa Rumsey, from
Poem for the Old Year
5th August 2012
Reblogged From the-final-sentence
#poem for the old year
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