if anything - choose love

Hello stranger down the street, you don’t have to smile all for me
I don’t wish for the stars that I’ve seen upon the sky, I fell down on my knees
The secrets you once kept are now floating in the air
I am resting now on grounding earth, I can feel light coming through my fingertips
How can I say yes to my youthful heart while she is here not for the body in a soul?
A soul not to be caught in open arms, I don’t wait for the birds
I am harmony, not distances no friends but I’m still a friend
 I am listening, never alone
Who am I?
The stories of old, momma says bring an old sweater and an umbrella looks like rain, you won’t be cold into the weather of the night or for anything
And I don’t know if I believe you, I’m thinking of the change of light
So I walk out barefoot and feel tiny droplets from my eyelids closing tight
Even for seconds, now it’s raining hard and I can’t tell drops from my tears, it’s all from heart isn’t it baby
I run through the shadows of one memory at a time, with no time to speak of, you are so sublime
Is it raining now for me, don’t worry yourself dear friend you need not be careful when looking into my eyes even when you’re looking like I’ve told you all before this
My heart has felt like stones built into figurines, my bones hallow as fallen tree

violentwavesofemotion:

“I call to you, I touch your lips, I am your own little bird.”

— Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, from Alkestis; “Grief Lessons: Four Plays,”

amargedom:

“If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.”

— C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
(via goodreadss)

amargedom:

““My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.””

— John Green (The Fault in Our Stars)

amargedom:

“Do you remember when we first met? I thought I had wandered into a dream.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings:The Fellowship of the Ring

spuslblue:

“The purest form of listening is to listen without memory or desire.”

— Wilfred Bion: Notes on memory and desire,The Psychoanalytic Forum, 1967 (via neo-catharsis)

soracities:

“those eyes that could speak so sweetly burn so softly…”

— Kamau Brathwaite, from ‘Conqueror’, Black + Blues

amargedom:

“There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.”

— Rumi
(via minuty)

naturaekos:

““I think I want to be in love with you but I don’t know how.””

— Angela Carter
(via naturaekos)

I’m in love and I don’t know of how.