Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because –

because – I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve оn the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far

I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.

You will hear thunder and remember me,

And think: she wanted storms.

And maybe we are just like the sun and the moon - deeply in love with each other but too different to exist side by side.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, оn some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand оne another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

Butterflies cannot see their wings. But the rest of the world can.

Falling for him wasn`t falling at all. It was wallking into a house and suddenly knowing you`re at home.

The Soul selects her own Society --

Then — shuts the Door --

To her divine Majority --

Present no more --

Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing --

At her low Gate --

Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling

Upon her Mat --

I've known her — from an ample nation --

Choose оne --

Then — close the Valves of her attention --

Like Stone --