Il n’y a de réalité que dans l’action
Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism Is a Humanism
translation: There is no reality except in action.(via fyp-philosophy)
I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears.
And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
was it before, during, or after sex?
it was every waking moment,
but sometimes i hear her mutter in her sleep too.
Where do you come from
and how long did you wait there
before finding me?
The first time she said it, he was on the floor, looking for something.
"I love you."
It was quiet, as if a passing thought. But he froze, like it was the most important thing in the world.
"Say it again," he said, turning to look at her.
"I love you." She whispered.
And there was something about the way she sat there, quivering like a leaf, that made him want to sit down and hold her forever.
"I love you I love you I love you."
She was getting much too brave, and the words rolled off her tongue like they’d been waiting for a long time to be heard.
"I have been too afraid all my life." She said. "But I am tired now. Screw building walls and hiding emotions.
"I am fucking terrified, and perhaps I don’t know much. But I love you," she laughed. "I know that I love you."
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
"You owe me."
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
no, we couldn’t
but boy could
we run so fast
til they’re nothing
more than ant
and when my feet
ached and stopped
for breath, i see
you’ve taken the