April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Take Care
Beach House
Take care. Maybe one day you'll escape your past. If you do, look for me.
“All great love does not want love: it wants more.”
— F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Four, “On the Higher Man,” §16 (excerpt).
— F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Four, “On the Higher Man,” §16 (excerpt).
Burning in hell
this piece of me fits in nowhere
as other people find things
to do
with their time
places to go
with one another
things to say
to each other.
this piece of me fits in nowhere
as other people find things
to do
with their time
places to go
with one another
things to say
to each other.