Lots of thoughts
Overwhelming feelings
Crowded and messy
First healing sleep
Tomorrow sunny music
Followed by fresh writing
Lots of thoughts
Overwhelming feelings
Crowded and messy
First healing sleep
Tomorrow sunny music
Followed by fresh writing
Maybe it’s the weather, maybe the music, but suddenly I miss falling asleep next to someone.
(via middleeasternpoetry)
(Source: middleeasternpoetry)
How will I drag my feet to her now? In which land will I see her and on which street of what city should I ask about her? And if I find her house (let’s suppose I do) - will I ring the bell? How should I answer? And how will I stare at her face? … How should I say hello? And how will I take the pain of all these years? Once, twenty years ago, in an air-conditioned train - I kissed her all night through. - Saadi Youssef
Dear friends,
If what you’re writing isn’t a way to work out the problems you’re going through then you’re probably not writing from the heart. It’s about beating at the things you’re frustrated with until the frustration is gone. That’s when your work transcends “art” to cut through the rage and…
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
- Dr. Seuss