February 2012
11 posts
words in the water
then with water in my eyes the words began to rise from their place. they were beautiful and dread. i reached for them and fed on each phrase. they were honey on my lips then a bitter twist in my side, i knew they’d lay me in my grave. “is there no one who could save me?” i cried. sinking down deep through cold water and heavy silence, shadows stirring in the gloom. what things...
“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”
– Rumi (via objectsinlove)
