There are twenty-two crows caged within my heart, whose fluttering wings sometimes disturbs my sleep. There are eleven pages in eleven mystic books, that if read together, reveal the name of God as known to all the angels. There are seven lanterns I have heard of, somewhere in the distance, one for each of the seven winds of fate. There are three ways to suffer: from above, from below, and from the world: the distinctions between them are not sharp, and often we confuse one with another. There is only one thing we call love, though if one looks at it very closely, it seems to be nothing at all — merely the wishful thinking of dreamers — but take it away, and there is such a lack... that no number of anything else can fill the space where it once was.
lydia
8:39am thursday, 25th march
Sorry that we people make you suffer. There is just so much crap going on, that everyone is waiting for someone to clean off the mess... And noone cares to do it
lydia