He told her, from the other side of the earth, how he was tired of the world and how he lingered for the verity of the stones.
tired of the world
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What happened to your eye?
What happened to your eye? Half-closed, half-watching, half-crying, I know there’s more to it than meets the eye.
time*
Time, hot, cold, past, gone, stolen, switched off, in the palm of my hand, in the ray of light that has just landed on my morning.
Reposted from August 2017, reviewed in July 2019
to do what one should not do
you stumbled over the difficult words, you did what you should not have done, your eyes sighed, you dropped the bottles, you got lost in the woods, you did not answer the call, you only knew how to do that, to do what you should not have done.
like tears on the window
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when you open the window, looking at you through the eyes of the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
