Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
…I am, however young, writing at random — straining at particles of light in the midst of a great darkness…John Keats, in a letter to George and Georgiana Keats (March 19, 1819)
Do not sabotage your new relationship with your last relationship’s poison.Steve Maraboli (via observando)
Scratching a pen across paper
Is the equivalent
Of sucking in oxygen
And blowing out carbon dioxide:
It prevents me from dying
For yet another moment.
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams
The summer time away.