I Am Becoming …
These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb. Najwa Zebian
in Sea
in Sea
in Sea
The Silence Of Attention
Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully. The Phantom Tollbooth
in Tears
Pretending
Child, you cannot escape your grief. You can try to drown it in distractions, numb it with your vices or even pretend it isn’t there at all. Sooner or later, it will spring back out of its hiding place and demand you stand and face it. Beau Taplin, Poet & Author
in Tears
