Sooner or later you’ll forget my name and my favorite flowers. You won’t remember my number by heart. Your head will be filled with details of another girl and her name will always be at the tip of your tongue. She’ll settle in your heart. And I’ll be sitting here wonder why I am that easy to forget.
The poet is, etymologically, the maker. Like all makers, he requires a stock of raw materials — in his case, experience. Now experience is not a matter of having actually swum the Hellespont, or danced with the dervishes, or slept in a doss-house. It is a matter of sensibility and intuition, of seeing and hearing the significant things, of paying attention at the right moments, of understanding and co-ordinating. Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him. It is a gift for dealing with the accidents of existence, not the accidents themselves. By a happy dispensation of nature, the poet generally possesses the gift of experience in conjunction with that of expression.
There is a comfort in the fear of knowing there is a whole world out there. A whole world for you to explore. Can you even wrap your brain around that? The idea of lands that we can find comfort in, find joy in, find peace in. The idea that there is land that we haven’t even touched. I think it is incredible, a world of places to get lost in.
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
1. You are here. Only here. At this moment. And you are here alone. You have to take care of yourself. No one else will. No one else cares about how much you hurt or if you even do. So do whatever your heart needs.
2. Talk to everyone. Even the people you hate. You will see the beauty inside of them. You will understand only by listening. Talk to the one you never once spoke a word to. I promise it will clear up the sky.
3. Nothing is what it seems. Absolutely nothing. Not even the clearest thing. Remember that. Hold on to that. Let it make you wiser.
4. Everyone holds a galaxy full of pain inside of them. So some will smoke. Or do drugs. Or drink. Others will smile as if nothing is wrong. Or kiss and hug and laugh. We all deal with pain in very different ways and we do everything we can to forget.
5. Never regret experiences. Even if it leaves bad memories. You learn so much. You grow. You become someone new. Just look at where you once were and where you are now. I promise you will be thankful if you can’t see it now.
6. Love yourself. Be on your own side. Defend yourself. Don’t let people break you down. Because they will take advantage of you, if you do not see your own worth. You are important. And yourself is what you should focus on.
ck.writes (on Instagram) // 6 things i learned the past month
I wonder if helping people that have hurt you and have been bad to you, is a good thing because you aren’t bad to them and you try to give some love, what they maybe did not get.
Or it isn’t smart to give love because it gives them assurance that if they hurt you or not, it doesn’t really matter because you will forgive them.
ck.writes (on Instagram) // i really don’t know but i gave love and all i feel is stupid