-C.S Lewis, A Grief observed

-C.S Lewis

-Edwige Danticat, The Art of Death : Writing The Final Story

“The greatest suffering does not come from living in mirages,
but from awakening. There is no greater pain than awakening from a dream, the deep
crying over the dying selves…”

Anaïs nin

"God is a bridge
in a post card
that almost saw you jump
and the lighthouse below
that begged you to stay
Sometimes I think,
God is just me on my death bed."

-kitty lever

“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”

-Emily Dickinson

When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on in your eyes
And not your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.

-Merrit Malloy, Epitaph

"They will come back–come back again, as long as the red Earth rolls.
He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squander souls?"

-Kipling

My little cousin called me a Mango.. the prophecy is fullfilled

"Another stab of pain. Then, I feel a strange, uttering panic, like I’ve just tumbled down a staircase, but instead of hitting the floor at the bottom, I tip forward—into memories."

-Tracy Deonn

- Jean-Jacques Rousseau

"In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says,—he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me."

-Emerson

"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

-W.H Auden, Funeral Blues

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

-Emily Dickinson,There Is Another Sky

can you guess what I'm planning?

Turns out it's the favourite poem of one of my professors 🩷