Jem

The Old Things Go

Couple sitting on a park bench at Lake Havasu AZ
Enjoying the lake, iphone 12 Pro iColorama app

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

… and the old things go,

not one lasts.

—Carl Sandburg

Waiting for the doctor, self portrait
iphone 12 Pro

God killed me, and only after He had made me into someone entirely different from the person I had been, did he call me back to life.

— Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun

  • But, Do You Miss The Way Those Lies Tasted?
    You miss his touch, the way his hands held you, the way his lips became one with yours, the way the lust swelled in his eyes when he looked at you. But, do you miss the way those lies tasted? — Pierre Alex Jeanty from poem Flirting with Lust
  • Grieving Is Like Having Broken Ribs
    Grieving is like having broken ribs. On the outside you look fine. But with every breath, it hurts. — Anonymous What is my need for you during the light If I couldn’t find you in the darkness. — Kahlil Gibran
  • I Have Just Realized That The Stakes Are Myself
    I have just realized that the stakes are myselfI have no otherransom money, nothing to break or barter but my lifemy spirit measured out, in bits, spread overthe roulette table — Diane di Prima from poem Revolutionary Letter #1
  • The Great Thing Is Not Having A Mind
    The great thingis not havinga mind. Feelings:oh, I have those; theygovern me. — Louise Gluick from poem The Red Poppy
  • We Can Change
    We can change. People say we can’t, but we do when the stakes or the pain is high enough. And when we do, life can change. It offers more of itself when we agree to give up our busyness. — Anne Lamott