Sunday, February 2, 2014

to say goodbye is to die a little

i'm tearing up, across your face. move dust through the light, to find your name. 
it's something faint, this is not a place. not yet awake, i'm raised of wake. 
still alive who you love. 
- perth, bon iver


it will tell you
all the reasons
we love
but let me tell you
the truth: loneliness
is keeping the species

love is just 
a symptom.

"i have been easy with trees too long
too familiar with mountains.
joy has been a habit
now suddenly 
this rain."

jack gilbert, rain