A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." ~Soren Kierkegaardwhen we can no longer hold what is in us, we break. i've been waiting to break for some time now. these little poetic spurts are like cracks in a windshield when i'm passed ready to shatter.
i just want to write something beautiful.
i just want to write something heartbreaking.
to love is a heavy thing.
how many times have you heard someone say that they're ready to break?
one day though.
i will be rid of this.