Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?