the-book-diaries:

“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”

— Graham Greene, Ways Of Escape

laments-and-burlesque:

You were cold, bereft; a star setting under indifferent waves

Soon to be consumed by saltwater and night

But don’t give in, my disappearing one:

I’m your a life-jacket, your solitude, your retreat

The hands you crave when it gets too much

So be prone, be still, be a good girl

Wash away in the tide

In time you’ll remember nothing, just this ocean-deep and solemn peace

Just this moment, just “right now”

Just you… and just me