Something lovely from the mouth of Barbara,

[oy_vesimere]

When I rise
Let me rise up joyfully
Like a yellow bird

When I fall
let me fall like a leaf
with no regrets.

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[swillcityblues]

"In the beginning was the secret brain.
The brain was celled and soldered on thought
Before pitch was forking to a sun;
Before the veins were shaking in thier sieve,
Blood shot and scattered to the winds of light
The ribbed original of love."
- Dylan Thomas, In The Beginning

I love you.