“O VENENO ARDENTE DO DESGOSTO. THE WHITE HOT POISON OF ANGER. When others make us angry at them- at their shamelessness, injustice, inconsideration- then they exercise power over us, they proliferate and gnaw at our soul, then anger is like a white-hot poison that corrodes all mild, noble and balanced feelings and robs us of sleep.
“But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.” – Billy Collins
had a peculiar dream… I’m walking through Holstein park, where I used to walk my dog on most days. It was night and a peculiar fog was everywhere. It looked like a Michael Jackson video.
“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really.
It’s coming down for me this way I’ll be calm for you and fearless It’s coming from a heated place A place that means it’s something It’s coming down for me this way I’ll be calm for you and fearless -Rhye, Blood Knows Welcome to my 1st official legit post in my 1st legit new niche blog thang I got going on here. Let’s see if I can make it into something tragically beautiful.