"I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea."
that there is nothing left of you
that you are disappearing
that you are in flames
like the shooting stars
you keep in your pocket
loneliness will feed on you
until it is full
"I like so much the way you are so greedy about life and yet so quiet, your eager greediness and your patience, and your way of not asking much of life and yet taking much because you are so human and alive that you find much in everything […]"
"In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement."
I’ve watched trees release their leaves, warming bare branches against the sun.
I’ve seen snakes shedding their own skin, a natural process of renewal.
I am reminded that change is inevitable, we are scattering the remnants of our former selves and I don’t know where I am in life.
I’m floating between shedding and renewal, I have not yet found solid ground.
"Why not gather as many autumn leaves in your arms
as you can,
each one a calendar of loss."
"Then let me eat your heart, Ophelia, which sheds my tears."