Charles Bukowski, Tales Of Ordinary Madness
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
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IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
In all the colours I expected love to be, it was not what I got . I thought love will be the dawn colours. The warmness of orange that at the end of the day being with your lover will ease the scars , the calmness of blue that doesn't matter how complicated the situation is we will get over it , the assurance of lavender that it will all heal, the sweetness of pink that no matter what love will make everything right and even the yellow that doesn't matter what at the end love will win, but for me love was the colour of silver. Too shinny and perfect from afar but from close it was the colour no one will choose. The colour of coldness, the colour which will left you numb. The colour which will leave you in the state of being non-committal.
-The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913
"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
-Sylvia plath
Her world was the colour of petals :
Pale white and pink and softly glowing
-Neil Gaimon, Cinnamon
She smiles a lot.
Even when she's sad?
Especially when she's sad.
“What did my fingers do before they held him?"
-Sylvia plath
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