The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
Have you ever analyzed things to the degree where you can’t really remember the difference between what’s real and what you’ve created in your head?
if it were up to me
I would live where you live
in a small dark corner of your soul
mornings I would water
the roses and the poppies,
and even the wild flowers that grow
on the banks of your rememberings
Silvia Antonia Brandon Pérez, opening lines to ”if it were up to me,” from Eclectica Magazine online (Vol. 3, No. 3, Sep/Oct 1999)
The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love…
Muriel Rukeyser, from “Song”