Montag, 21. Juli 2014

White




Nothing More

Often, I write all day long with white ink on white paper, late into the night, until it is all I can do to feel the letters curving to earth from the tip of the pen & then, I fall asleep. Dreaming of running, or maybe driving in a car the color of water & I wake the next day remembering nothing & I gather the stack of paper & a pen of black on the desk in front of me & the words begin to dance over the page like long legged insects across a still lake & the words in white whisper behind & underneath the new day. If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that.

- Storypeople -







Kommentare:

  1. That's the perfect summer outfit: simple, sophisticated, easy to wear...

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  2. ooh, very pretty! I really like the jewelry!

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  3. Nice dress and love the accessories!
    Your hair is just so awesome!

    Arianexo

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  4. Oh! That quote! That says it all. "The sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can"
    You sing within this post in your white, but paradoxically I can see you! XO JJ

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  5. I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the bigger phots so much.
    How fantastic to have you and your unique style in the Share-in-Style family
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