(via luckyyyducky)
“there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.
people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
“each man kills the things he loves. I recognise that in myself, in relationships, even with guitars, beautiful things that I’ve had and wilfully destroyed.”
The friend come’s into my body
looking for the center, unable
to find it, draws a blade,
strikes anywhere.
You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
