Maybe I’ll go to Amsterdam
Maybe I’ll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano
And put some flowers ‘round my room
But let’s not talk about fare-thee-wells now
The night is a starry dome
And they’re playin’ that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matala Moon
Carey, Joni Mitchell
The Future Is Now
There are so many things that will never be the same, so many things I miss. When I think about them too hard, I can’t get out of bed. But there is also a bright future filled with exciting uncertainties. That gives me butterflies. I so often feel like I am stuck in the middle. Time may be the strangest phenomenon of them all.
“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”Jack Gilbert (via jaded-mandarin)
Let’s Live Suddenly Without Thinking
let’s live suddenly without thinking
under honest trees,
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
scratches the skin of the organised hills
an edged nothing begins to prune
let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall
Sometimes I feel like my life is just a search for the perfect words. I look for them in songs and books and poems. I write down the ones that sound nice together, the ones that say the things I can’t say on my own. I wish I could put together the right words for you.
“If you don’t like to read you haven’t found the right book.”J.K. Rowling (via locomtor)
hmmmmm i feel silly and i would love to dance and i wish i was someplace beautiful
I used to use this space for creative writing. I don’t want to let that part of me though even though I don’t have the free time that I did in high school. I might even take a creative writing class as a pass/fail. Who knows. But this post is a reminder to myself to WRITE MORE.