A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
Sight is the least sensual of all the senses. And we strain ourselves to see, see, see--everything, everything through the eye, inone mode of objective curiosity.
It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.