“Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn’t let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable - and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.” © Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
these poems are beautiful!
"to be a poet:undress a butterfly,borrow its wings"Oh, this is so, so beautiful. The concept is sakto, sakto, SAKTO! You never fail to impress, Ate Steph. =)
thanks Mitz! I miss you soooo much
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