miss it so much

days turn to nights, turn to weeks

turn to paper, into rocks, into plastic

my material heart how it keeps us apart

watching days turn to nights, turn to weeks

turn everything i got into techniques

my mechanical heart how it tears me apart

i miss it so much

no button to touch

no dial to turn

no key to hold

ROYKSOPP feat LYKKE LI

dry flowers

on our way to goldenfield

sun facing

Adi

putri. love you for the beautiful photographs. so many frames we can use. yay

all about crown

arrrriivveedd!

its killing my feet

stars and rabbit

little walk with the wind

Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight

When I sleepwalk
into your room, and pick you up,
and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard,
as if clinging could save us. I think
you think
I will never die, I think I exude
to you the permanence of smoke or stars,
even as
my broken arms heal themselves around you 

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your arms
like the shoes left behind,
like the adjectives in the halting speech
of old men,
which once could call up the lost nouns

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we will walk out together among
the ten thousand things,
each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages
of dying is love 

GALWAY KINNEL