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the wound willnever wear but somehowyou went on somehowdespite the worst oddsyou learnt tolove this littlelife
it is truethat terrible things tick onand it is hard to writeabout beauty nowadays but i firmly believethat the world will be savedby those who notice the lovein everythingincluding all that is unlovedand has gottenso false
am i doomedto the borders of almost i am the childbut not the favouritei am the friendbut not the best i am like the waterin the vase,supporting life,reflecting the sun,but it is the flowersyou reach forfirst
answer me this is the memorya thingthat i haveor onlywhat ihave lost
let your heart breakagain and againso that you don’t and so you can realizeone dayall the things that youlet your heartgrowintowhere the cracksonce ruled
who told you therewas ever an ending it all begins again and againand again so know if nothing elseyou can always startonce more
then it was my timeand i was to recountall the things in this worldthat had value the trees came first of coursethen the lonely sunand naturallyi bragged again and againabout the guzzling seaand how its waves could even scorewith the deepest of sunless roots i named so many thingsthat there in the endjust as time … Continue reading
there will come a dayvery much like todaywhere you will pass it will be quite ordinarynothing will really changeand the other days will stomp onfor the other peoplewho will saywhat an extraordinary dayit was somewhere this is all that is leftall there ever was today today today todaydo not let it pass
what must i do? simply:endureendureendureand thenendure againfor the rest of my life including on that last daywhere i will sayi am not afraid of the deaththat endures for look how i enduredthe rest of itwith what i must do
this is the task give me your handsteach me how to forgetteach me how to holdthe unforgettable
