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28.09.24

When everything felt like a dream I can’t even process, soft and unbelievable.

Time slowed down, the edges of reality blurring, leaving me caught between the beauty of what was. It was a day that drifted through my heart like a secret whispered by the wind and left me wondering if it was real at all.

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“Still, being able to feel pain was good… It’s when you can’t even feel pain anymore that you’re in real trouble.”

— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

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“Gently, dreamily, quietly.”

— John Masefield, from The Collected Poems; “Sorrow of my Death,”

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— Nikita Gill

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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from her novel titled "The Last Man," published in 1826

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You can do everything right and still fail.

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Lower Fifth Avenue at Night, 1920 by Guy Wiggins (American, 1883–1962)

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“You often feel tired, not because you’ve done too much, but because you’ve done too little of what sparks a light in you.”

— Unknown

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Slowly accepting the fact that no matter how deep the bond is, no matter how happy those memories are, the day will come you'll end up taking different paths and move on.

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Some days I’m consumed by emptiness and other days I feel like I’ve conquered the world inside of me

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Anne Carson, from Red Doc

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