“There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.”— Juansen Dizon
“Back then I was leaving you. Now who would I be leaving? I have only myself to leave now,”— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”
“I am half afraid to hope for what I long for.”— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Austin Dickinson wr. c. August 1851
“There is loss at our center and the people we were are no more.”— Cheryl Hopson, from “Lost Siblings”
- Nothing but silence -
Ended 2018 in pain
Started 2019 in pain
Sounds about fucking right
© Henri Coudoux
2019 is the year i get my shit together or i finally kill myself so stay tuned
