vade mecum

my favorite books are the ones that transport me to a place that i've never been before. the ones that make me want to live in a totally different period of time. the ones that make me crave for food unheard of hitherto.

the books that make me miss someone i never knew. and cry for a loved one i never lost. the ones that make me long to relive a memory i never lived.

and this is why i love books. they lie to me, sweet beautiful lies, that open doors for me to live lives i could never actually live. i can be a prophet one day, and a god the next. a widower in search of his first love, then a teenage runaway.

be right back. finishing one last chapter.

fleeting

"Werner thinks about the men in the sunflowers and a hundred others: each lay dead in his hut or truck or bunker, wearing the look of someone who had caught the tune of a familiar song. A crease between the eyes, a slackness to the mouth. A look that said: So soon? But doesn't it play for everybody too soon?"

— All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr

rest

You never ask that i earn Your affection, cause i could never earn something that's free.

i never have to fight for Your attention, because Your eyes are ever upon me.

abluvion

what do we do now? what do we make of this? where do we go from here?

throw down all the empty vessels onto the floor, burn up all the broken pieces, smudge the pretty colors, let the flames consume and purify. ironic how the fire washes away the impure.

make puppets of skeletons.

make-believe.