Frederick Ferdinand Schafer (German, 1839–1927) - In the White Mountains
I miss the cold
The foggy air, the gloomy sky
The grey clouds
For a short time my feelings appear justified
When the snow covers the ground
When the cold winds make people shiver
I don’t feel like a burden
People start talking about winter blues
And I believe my blues are less unusual
It’s the dry air that hurts on the skin
Which makes me hope that it’s normal to hurt within
And when the sun comes out
Flowers bloom, people laugh
I feel more alone
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
— Charles Bukowski
love elizabeth s.
The heart is supposed to fall
In love,
And for someone
But mine is quiet,
Still at it’s place
It doesn’t beat in sync with someone’s
But it beats for me
I’m not giving it up
But wear it on my sleeve
And treat it gently
— Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses, "Little Crazy Love Song"
A Sprite by a Lakeside Temple (Max Roeder, 1894)
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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