May 5th, 2013
It is so beautiful to have no attachments!
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?
I wait and ache.
~ Sylvia Plath, Three Women
(Source: violentwavesofemotion)
May 4th, 2013
For Jane
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
They have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
In this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
When you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.
What you were
will not happen again.
The tigers have found me
and I do not care.
~ Charles Bukowski
(via footstepswanted)
little red bud tree… you’re showing off
