The sickening moment of
It can’t be real, go back
The infinitesimal seconds between before and
After where everything is different
When it’s all so new that
You can’t even feel the hurt yet
The twenty-three seconds of suspense
Of self-induced purgatory, of serendipitous imbalance
Floating in a daze and staring in wonderment at
Karmic retribution, a vicious circle
The tricks a tired brain plays and
The drunk heavy tongue telling you it could have been worse
And you know it’s true but you still want
Seventy-five seconds of mourning
Or maybe twenty-four hours of loathing
Cursing the ill-fated luck that brought you
This lesson, imaging what you could have done differently until
It all blurs and you lose touch with reality
3AM Thoughts // AKA “He Watches With Disdain As I Disappear Inside My Mind.”
Self-love is the foundation for your capacity to love the other person.
If you don’t take good care of yourself, if you are not happy, if you are not peaceful, you cannot make the other person happy.
You cannot help the other person; you cannot love.
Your capacity for loving another person depends entirely on your capacity for loving yourself, for taking care of yourself.
// Thich Nhat Hanh
You belong everywhere you go. That’s just how you are.
// Benjamin Alire Sáenz
– What happens to people that love each other?
– I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness forever.
Islands In The Stream // Ernest Hemingway
Habits are powerful, but delicate. They can emerge outside our consciousness, or can be deliberately designed. They often occur without our permission, but can be reshaped by fiddling with their parts. They shape our lives far more than we realize—they are so strong, in fact, that they cause our brains to cling to them at the exclusion of all else, including common sense.
// Charles Duhigg
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
// Anaïs Nin
You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.
// Thich Nhat Hanh
You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.
// Frida Kahlo
And it’s too late anyway for me to love, to love love, that is.
// Jack Kerouac
I shall never forget her, my grief will never come to an end. I want only her. I can’t realize in the least that she is no more, and that I am never to see her again…
// Fyodor Dostoevsky