“We are but shadows moving lightly, fleetingly over the surface. Noticed by some, barely seen, they look again and we’re gone.”— Michael Boiano (via journalofanobody)
“Although the cricket’s song has no words, still, it sounds like sorrow.”— Izumi Shikibu, from The Ink Dark Moon [translated by Jane Hirshfield with Aratani Mariko]
Every time it’s late at night and I see the streetlights reflected in some placid gutter water I feel like I know for certain that if I step in the puddle I’ll get sucked into the dream dimension and that’s not something I need to deal with right now
September Affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid) by Keaton St. James
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The leaves are changing
from emerald to gold and I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better!
I’m changing for the better! I have to believe
that I willEnd ID.]
