there are some people who allow themselves to be moved, they allow themselves to be propelled by the world around them. their eyes can flicker in the sight of astounding art. their faces can beam the purest form of elation. they feel and they feel endlessly. their worlds’ consist of colours and contrast, shapes and sizes, places and positions. they know things i do not, they feel things i do not. and i can’t help but be compelled, be enveloped, be engrossed by these people.
the inner worlds of the mysterious is what i value most.
poems from my uncles grave (via pale-afternoon)
there are some people who will look at you differently every time you see them,
some people who you will grow out of,
some people who you will drown in,
some people who will fall behind,
some people who will be road maps,
some people who will become lessons learned long ago,
some people who will become footprints,
some people who will never remember your middle name,
some people who will lose their flicker in your eyes.
it is a luxury and a beautiful wonder for you at any time to know another person at all. to know their body as they are in a tiny blip of time, to get to hear their thoughts or see them excited about existence or to witness the deep
grief and remorse they feel is a complete miracle that you don’t even realize, until they are gone from your life, and then too, gone from this earth.