I can see right through me today.
I can see through this desk
and chair and sedentary room;
through these bone-colored walls
and the closed doors of rooms
I can no longer go into; through
the windows painted shut by the
silence that comes with memory;
through the reaching oak, and
the weeping cypress tree,
and through the overgrown path
that beats its way from me—and
now, of course, I can see through
this poem. But, I still can’t see past you.
There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state to another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life. Alexandre Dumas (via eloluctant)
My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you. Sierra Demulder, Love, Forgive Me (via quotethat)