If you look, everyday you see little things that make life more entertaining. Like a rather depressed looking guy leaning out of his second floor window smoking a morning cigarette. Dressed in a light-brown onsie with bear ears…
‘Unintentional beauty. Yes. Another way of putting it might be “beauty by mistake”. Before beauty disappears entirely from the earth, it will go on existing for a while by mistake. “Beauty by mistake” – the final phase in the history of beauty.’
Milan Kundera in The Unbearable Lightness of Being
If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best
The world is coated in ice – to match my frozen heart. Frost roses with icy thorns grows inside my garden walls. Beautiful but barren.
You can only predict things after they’ve happened
Time does more than erode a riverbank and wear montains down into tired hills. It takes the edge from our memories as well, overlaying everything with a soft focus so that it all blurs together. What really happened gets all jumbled up with the hopes and dreams we once had and what we wish had really happened.
From Dreams Underfoot by Charles de Lint
I miss holding your hand when I walk down the street. It was such a good fit – my hand in yours.