my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.
me: i would just give it to you.
my dad:
when oscar wilde said "i'm tired of myself tonight, i should like to be someone else' and when sylvia plath said ''i wish i knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart" and when rilke said "this heavy humanness" .
It's very repetitive when I say these words in my head. At least in my head nobody turns back and frowns or runs away from my reach.
I don't lose anything in my head .
I could scream these words out to the blankness that rests inside my head and I'll be perfectly fine. Nothing will die or cease to exist. Most things are alive in my head and only in my head. So when I tell my lips to smile as I hear you laugh, the vastness of the universe tries to stop and stare at you.
I smile and the passing clouds are so bashful that they tint red.
Oh and the rivers are chuckling to themselves.
I've told them about you and they think you could be sunshine or probably words in libraries that great people write.
I write about you like an aftertaste of wine and cake that I had that day. I write about you and the papers try to tell me to be sad because when people leave that's what you are supposed to be. Sad .
@ineluctablehere
"Then I hear the song and remember that our minds are born out of things we tried to hide"
- Too many pretty lies (@ineluctablehere)
"a time so warm and pure that i miss painfully. Can you hear me? if you do, answer me, my '88, the days of my youth" —Deok Sun, Reply 1988.
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“I’ve made a flower crown for you from our funeral flowers and I think they smell of how happy they were once.
Wear them for me while you sleep, close your eyes and don’t be scared. I'll hold the storms for you.” -@ineluctablehere
storm breeze
Deoksun and Taek from reply 1988 🥰
The greatest wonders of the world, are the breathing beings, not the monuments for the dead. -@ineluctable---- Poetry-Words
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