...glass words for you, Belovedrain beads from an abacus of pain...
John J. Geddes.
“...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...”
“children need calmtheyre artists”
“deprived of magic, wonder wanes”
“had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses soft as April snowflakes”
“I get mixed up with the life we led and the life I imagined”
“my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude”
“Pain is not the same as suffering. Left to itself, the body discharges pain spontaneously, letting go of it the moment that the underlying cause is healed. Suffering is pain that we hold on to. It ...”
“In pleasant peace and security How suddenly the soul in a man begins to die He shall look up above the stalled oxen Envying the cruel falcon, And dig under the straw for a stone To bruise himself on.”
“It is amazing, though, what pains your subconscious will undergo in achieve sustainable peace.”