Vincent Van Gogh

"You remember too much, my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said, Where can I put it down?"

The Glass Essay - Anne Carson

Sometimes I look at my own photos and feel like a stranger.

I brew a coffee, I peel an orange, I play some music, I call a friend.

the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido

ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose

Life is art

Art is beauty

Others are modeled

Life adds to them

Builds up their beauty

I’m carved by life

It takes and takes and takes

I’m art

I’m beauty

That eventually disappears

Because life has taken too much

Pride and Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

Out of my ignorance, I called you a homeland and I forgot homelands are taken away.

— Mahmoud Darwish

“One day she remembered that it wasn’t her job to make everyone happy.”

— Robin Lee

Summer Blues

I miss the cold

The foggy air, the gloomy sky

The grey clouds

For a short time my feelings appear justified

When the snow covers the ground

When the cold winds make people shiver

I don’t feel like a burden

People start talking about winter blues

And I believe my blues are less unusual

It’s the dry air that hurts on the skin

Which makes me hope that it’s normal to hurt within

And when the sun comes out

Flowers bloom, people laugh

I feel more alone