“…she’s at the back of my thoughts, wherever I go, whatever I do—always there—mixed up with everything.“
– John Cowper Powys, Weymouth Sands
I dreamt of us in another life.
It happened as always in a dream when you leap over space and time and the laws of life and mind, and you stop only there where your heart delights.
“…she’s at the back of my thoughts, wherever I go, whatever I do—always there—mixed up with everything.“
– John Cowper Powys, Weymouth Sands
I guess it’s always romantic when two people fall in love…. Even if it turns out not to be real.
What more can we give,
how else can we be helping?
We must be all in.
My beauty, the corpse I carry inside me.
I remember people’s auras almost better than their faces.
Hey—I’m sorry, I probably don’t like life as much as you do.
And the heart, of course, that swallows the tides and spits them out cleansed.
This, she realizes, is the basis of all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.
