a string. two stones. & reading rilke

[lumiearthpocket]

a string.  tying it around my fingers, i imagine how time travels through the eye of a needle.  i stitch my days into skin.  all vigour and sorrow, mute and light, rises.  (life is a moveable feast) in a daze you watch, how you carry your body like suitcase.  you pack everything in.  your books & vomits.  yet you want to walk like a gracious

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[maybeimdead]

A beautiful montage.. to me the 'arc' is like a statistical variance around a mean. 'Beyond the reach of one’s own understanding' we desire to commit crimes against the law of averages!