MIND: Resistance

Wasn’t it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core – a tiny flame to cup one’s hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.

1Q84 // Haruki Murakami

SOL: Aventura

In the time since you left my
Hair has grown longer and lighter than
It ever did when it was wrapped in your hands
I’ve been kissed by faceless lovers against medieval walls, under
Stained glass windows, doused with prosecco from greedy mouths
Laid myself bare in the Mediterranean sun
The adventures you once swore we would take
I took, I didn’t wait, I scrubbed the tattoo
We got from my skin and covered it with another
Expunged the wicked taste your tongue left behind and
Found solace in the knowledge that even
After all this time, it’s my laughter dancing
Endlessly through your mind

3AM Thoughts // AKA “I Passed On Patience When They Were Handing Out Virtues.”

MIND: Stifled

I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Tales of Ordinary Madness // Charles Bukowski