I don't know what to tell you kid, put your barefeet on the cold grass and let the sun touch your cheek bones and eyelids. You'll live. You'll live.
I will make this life large, beautiful and eventful. I will live. I will live. I will live.
Just stop your crying...
I live for evening drives with my dad.
Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices; "The Poet's Song"
It's easier to move on when you've been hurt than it is to look at yourself in the mirror when you've hurt the same person, the same way twice.
writing playlist: on
google docs: open
mind: ready
When you grow old, your heart dies.
The Breakfast Club
I. T. Le'Croc
Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from Questions for Ada