When Sadness Comes

it is as familiar as a sister. She fills the bathtub, unravels my clothing into a heap on the floor. She sits on the toilet, painting her toenails, singing my favorite songs, while I soak. She has the most beautiful voice. The phone rings and rings and I let it just lay there screaming for help. Or it doesn’t and I watch it sit silent as the dead on my dresser. She doesn’t want to go out tonight. I beg her, tell her she can wear anything in my closet. She tells me no baby girl, no, not tonight, maybe tomorrow. There is a refrigerator full of food. I want none of it.

– Sierra DeMulder

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Pain is truth …

Pain is truth; all else is subject to doubt.

– J.M. Coetzee

 

augh. must all growth, empathy, enlightenment, connection come through suffering? probably. 

But luxury …

But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

– Daphne du Maurier

Letter to the Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back

I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.

I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.

I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.

– Jeffrey McDaniel

from “A Private Affair”

You do not have to know anything, just that I love you. But I have to know if I have your soul. I’m thinking, even now, in these conditions I’m thinking of you. Did you know that if I stop thinking about you, you die instantly? But fear not, I shall never cease to think of you.

– Beppe Fenoglio

 

i get it.