if i should ever die, god forbid, let this be my epitaph:

“THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED

FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD

WAS MUSIC.”

all that is gold does not glitter

not all those who wander are lost
the old that is strong does not wither
deep roots are not reached  by the frost
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
a light from the shadows shall spring
renewed shall be blade that was broken
the crownless again shall be king.

-j.r.r tolkien

i think that

i need to leave so i can breathe.

then and now.

maybe i’ve forgoten what it feels like
not being alone

-old homes

beyond me.

it is a daunting task, searching for a mystery.

how do you find what you don’t know you’re looking for?

learn to be grateful for:

the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which
is yes

bright side.

“do you ever feel like a stupid, little human?”
“yes. everyday. but at least we are old enough to buy beer.”

imitations.

it’s getting hard to tell what’s real these days.

meduzot

“a ship inside a bottle cannot sink
or collect dust.
it’s nice to look at
and floats on glass.
no one is small enough to board it.
it doesn’t know where it’s heading.
the wind outside won’t blow it’s sails.
it has no sails.
only a slip, a dress
and beneath them, jellyfish.
her mouth is dry though she’s surrounded by water.
she drinks it through the openings in her eyes
which never close.
when she dies, it won’t be noticeable.
she won’t crash on rocks.
she will remain tall and proud.
if you didn’t kiss her on your way out
my love, if you can
kiss me when you return.”

pity party.

i want to ride my bike and make oragami and bake cookies and go dancing.

i do not want to study.