Unbeing Dead Isn't Being Alive.

I think I pay a cruel price for the life I dream to live and the clouds above us are our conscience sorted in motions, to awaken our mistakes and the truths of our lives to our eyes.

For whatever we lose, like a you or a me, it is always ourselves we find in the sea.

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→ 21 Jan 12 at 5 pm

Jane Hirshfield, from “For What Binds Us” 

(Source: proustitute)

"And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend."

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