One thing, one thing is better than nothing,
Invisible and transparent, flesh appears
Touch, sight, life, and feeling
Breathe in, breathe out, deep and long
Life comes from death,
And from our death comes our song
Slow days fly swift with our dreaming
Antithesis pushes away our fears
One thing, one thing is better than nothing.
St Vincent…A fantastic artist, beautiful woman.
And I will hear her live this month.
The infinite ability to love and to suffer…that is the nature of humanity.
My Kingdom of Little Things
My kingdom of little things
Ended with you
I no longer possess things alone,
Arrange flowers alone,
Or read books alone
You came between
My eyes and my paper,
Between my mouth and my voice,
My head and my pillow,
My fingers and my cigarette.
I do not complain
Of your living inside me
Or your interfering with the movement of my hands
Of the blinking of my eyes
Of the speed of my thoughts
The fig trees
Do not complain of housing too many birds
The cups do not complain
Of holding too much wine.
"I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few."