Kangaroo stopped in its tracks.
/“she walks slow, past the reach of home in a Western World, far from the things she knows”- Moments when lyrics stop you in your tracks. Thanks for the moment ‘Future Islands-The Fountain’.
“she walks slow, past the reach of home in a Western World, far from the things she knows”- Moments when lyrics stop you in your tracks. Thanks for the moment ‘Future Islands-The Fountain’.
Morning walks alone, but never lonely in the bush forest near home, ‘Sun Forest’ in my ears and all around it seems… fucking gorgeous poetry Mr Nick Cave #Ghosteen
Were you on the inside, or were you on the outside, or were you like a window pane who at the same time could be both?
to make a shroud for eternal sleep.
The barbed wire fence, a place to meet and a place to part. There would be no going to the other side, it was as far as we could go, that barbed wire fence.
She looked at the lady in the mirror, the last bits of youth had fallen off her face now, she had stayed much too long again, but it was such a nice place, the people here had been so kind and always talked about the weather…but never about the sky. She had almost forgotten that she was looking for the sky people, it would soon be time to stop looking in mirrors.
Last evening of winter will soon be burnt out.
With an aching heart, I sat in the field and just watched it melt... and in that moment I wondered if I had ever done anything more beautiful in my life than sit in silent stillness and Watch something so impermanent, just melt away.
It’s not unusual to find yourself lost in time on the street where I live.
Hitchhiking again…
So I wander and wander along,
And forever before me gleams
The shining city of song,
In the beautiful land of dreams.
-HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Fall
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