My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It’s only in dreams you can do this.
Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight
down on the think pink rind of your skull.
It’s always the moment just before gunshot.
You try & try to rise but you cannot.
Source: Flying Inside Your Own Body, by Margaret Atwood (via beyondstyx)
Did you hear them talking? Yes, yes you did. Did their opinion matter? Perhaps a little, perhaps not at all. Now, do you hear your own voice? Yes, yes; only to this shiny, fragile string of dreams you shall respond to.
- The Heart Asks Pleasure First (The Piano)
The Heart Asks Pleasure First (The Piano)
by Michael Nyman
The Heart Asks Pleasure First (The Piano) - Michael Nyman
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
Source: Gaiman, Neil, Stardust (via wordsnquotes)
Her mind was as the landscape outside when dark beneath clouds and straitly lashed by wind and hail.
Listen to your heart. You can hear it, deep under the earth, creaking and heaving, with roots snapping and birds flapping quickly away.
And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.
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