Maybe the end is the beginning..
..in fact, more often than not it is true.
The worn out idiom about the window that opens as a door closes is a cliché for a reason.
And I love the spaces in between.
When things are coming to an end or just as they are about to start.
The worn out idiom about the window that opens as a door closes is a cliché for a reason.
And I love the spaces in between.
When things are coming to an end or just as they are about to start.
I treasure them. Cherish them.
I'm aware that this is a rare fetish and one that shows itself in most aspects of life.
'I stay and I go, I am a pause', said Octavio Paz. And I feel at home when I read it.
Jeanette Winterson always offers additional advice:
And perhaps that is it. I live right there, in between the lines.
I'm aware that this is a rare fetish and one that shows itself in most aspects of life.
'I stay and I go, I am a pause', said Octavio Paz. And I feel at home when I read it.
Jeanette Winterson always offers additional advice:
'Maybe it is the tension between longing and lonliness that I need.
My own funicular railway, holding in balance the two things most likely to destroy me.'
And perhaps that is it. I live right there, in between the lines.
People tend to try to cure me, to make me see sense, to explain
as if there's just something about life I haven't quite understood.
But I do understand.
This is just me. My worldview, my thoughts.
And don't forget, bittersweet tastes of both sugar and acid.
And don't forget, bittersweet tastes of both sugar and acid.
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