Our hearts are perpetually
suspended
in a time
that flows around us.
And our ghosts pin us to our sins,
while we yearn to be the person
we were a second ago.
Though our heart are
full of ashes and smoke
of loves we have burned with us.
We still hopelessly wish to be with the one
that we have destroyed.
We live in the distance
that no apologies can cover.
A distance
that many suffer
but only few endure.
A blog on culture + finding our authentic self within it
I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.
Con te conversando, dimentico ogni tempo e le stagioni e i loro mutamenti: tutte mi piacciono allo stesso modo. (Milton)
Non voglio sognare, voglio dormire.
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This is a space for me to write, share my words and play with poetry. You are very welcome here.
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Love this line, “while we yearn to be the person we were a second ago.” Well put.
Thank you 🙂 😀
This one reminded me of someone..Thanks for sharing.😀
Makes me happy that it could remind you of someone.
Thank you 😁😁😁