the fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 15 16 again………….. i don’t understand how we are meant to endure that
You are not your own person , really you are not. You are the laughter of your mother . The anger of your father. You are the warmth of your best friend and the kindness of the last book you read. You are pages of torn history , you are the music you sway to and beauty of stars on a clear night . You are the clouds on a rainy day and you are the clear skies on the sunny day. You are fragments of everything and everyone in your life regardless of where they are now. You are not you own person — but the whole universe.
my skills include reading books, eating snacks, sleeping during the day, scrolling through tumblr quickly enough that people’s stupid videos don’t start playing automatically, listening to music, ignoring reality and being a massive crybaby.
The reason I like staying up so late is because between the hours of 12am - 4am, the world is quiet and no one expects anything from me. I can read or write for hours, draw crazy things, write poetry on my wrist. And there are no consequences. I can look at stars and moon for a long time, it’s so calm and relaxing.
It hurts when you know what it feels like to love, but don't know what it feels like to be loved.
life would be so different if i was a bookshop owner in a small village near some forest, who has a secret affair with the local poet
Some illustrations from Astronomy, Explained Upon Sir Isaac Newton's Principles and Made Easy to Those Who Have Not Studied Mathematics by James Ferguson (1799).
Monday, 10/24/2022, Grief
Nothing before God / Grief falls on the weary soul / We grow from this, too. © keefderpoet 2022
there are so many languages i want to learn, books i want to read, places i want to visit but im here lying down with no motivation to go anywhere but to the kitchen.
He’s the the love my life ( a fictional character) she’s practically me (words on paper) they’d burn the world for me( someone pay for my therapy) they have my entire heart ,body and soul ( 300 pages worth of content)