the River of forgetfulness

I am out with lanterns looking for myself?

~Emily Dickinson

I never had anyone I could call "M aster".

No Christ died for me.

No Buddha showed me the right pat h.

In the depths of my dreams, no Apollo or Athena appeared to me to e nlighten my soul"

― Fernando Pessoa

What a curious mixture this is.

Aches and haunts.

Warped sentiments.

Half dissolved ghosts.

Thirst from amassed, golden bruises.

Fevers from phantom milk, phantom honey.

From blood.

Some peculiar promised land, this is.

Where we walk barefoot upon the slag, yet,

still dizzy from the stars.

~ Helaena C.M

I have a mind like ocean waves.

Shifting always, too violent or too gentle,

burning like salt water.

Come too close and I worry that I will swallow you.

~Zoë Lianne, Black and White

“She wears strength and darkness equally well.

That girl has always been half heaven, half hell.”

~Nikita Gill

“Her face was blank.

She moaned like a zombie from barn to granary, over the broken planks, kicking at the debris and decay of the past year, jerking into hectic speech, random memories of her lost love […]

‘It’s mine, mine, mine,’ she moaned.

'It’s your distress,’ I said.

'It’s all I have left,’ she said, then almost calmly,

'I’ll not deny the pain.’”

-Kay Dick

...imprison me in your name, let love kill me.

-Mahmoud Darwish,