And sometimes when I have so much hope left in me that it almost becomes the madness, I will go and sit at the train station and wait for the train that only ever arrives when I leave.
The unreturned, the hysteria of another day of it, comes, and then fades,
...as does the day.
Perhaps you were only ever just the shawl I wrapped around me a little tighter when the cold was coming, never realising it was full of holes. Or maybe you were just the breath I would exhale, then go to grasp because I didn't want to lose you, but it was just nothingness I would cling to.
...and with each sip, I hold it in my mouth, as I hold each remembering in my heart.
I swallow, and my heart fades away.
I made it from the reflection of a place we'll never know, a time that never existed. I c m y t.
She listened to the song, her iTunes was counting, it just counted 3011 plays. Soon it will cease to play and her iTunes will cease to count, but the echo of that song cannot cease. For when you press softly your head to her corpse, you shall hear the echo of this song playing on, in her unbeating heart, and in the dream that she is finally free to stay in, forever.
I stayed...I am here...here is all I can ever be...just here.
I've been travelling in the wrong direction for quite some time now, I'm sorry I lost my way. I got lost searching for true north.
Found myself very drawn to the work of this artist.
I was on the outside peering in, and felt I had seen this space before, yet I had not. If only to be inside peering out... I didn't know the very thought of it, would ache so much.
And at every eventide she comes to bathe in the river lethe for she knows the night is long for those with the memory. Oh how she longs to drown in it.
vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam
I always found myself longing to fall whenever I came to someplace high. Out of windows, off buildings, from cliffs...I always wanted to fall, until one day I found myself on top of the world...I was with you. And for the first time in my life I longed instead to stay.
The view from my studio, a window which looks out to the old rose bush, out the garden gate and across the way where I sight the lake, and then I see it!, the train station. I hear the train coming. I cannot get there in time but I know that sound travels farther across water so I throw open the old window and look to the lake, where I whisper the words,
"I am here".
I hear the train leaving and I know my words have boarded and are making their way to a stranger.
#arhibald#MAMAalbury#Ashowofsomanyfaces#Istaredatthemandtheystaredbackatme.
I was on the train, and on my carriage the Greek Woman was telling a story in her language with such passion. For the briefest moment our eyes connected in her heightened state and I do not understand Greek, but in that moment I understood her whole world... this whole universe.
I sent a butterfly with a kiss on it's wings, it is as white as the pure snow that falls from your sky. You will think it a snowflake until it rests on your lips, then flutters back up to the heavens whence it came.
I will know it's journey is made when in these warm nights I pull for my blanket, overcome with a gentle chill from a faraway place.
The quiet aching for you...she would not know how else to live.
It is all she is and all she loves.
Sometimes the most beautiful things were never meant to exist.
You and me. We were just like Blue Roses.
...never meant to exist
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