…though the stars walk backward)

i was trying. for the last 18 minutes.

to describe a feeling i had a few moments ago. it was lovely. unexpected. and lived too briefly.

 it reminded me of what it was to see.hear.smell.taste.feel someone’s heart.

but because everything i wrote- i deleted.

i thought i would just steal words for this one.

thanks e.e


dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward) 
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neating each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.


and my heart goes out to meet itself.

And if I try to taste and understand this delicate flavor that contains the secret of the world, it is again myself that I find at the heart of the universe. Myself, that is to say this intense emotion which frees me from my surroundings. Soon, my attention will be filled again with other things and with the world of men. But let me cut out this moment from the cloth of time as other men leave a flower in the pages of a book…Today is a resting place, and my heart goes out to meet itself.


camus. journal I.