Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The Silver Astrolabe
There's a map beneath your skin and all your veins are rivers, there's directions and instructions written in secret on your bones, there's a star you can't see that shines in a North you'll never know.
And a secret current, beneath the waves, that carries you to the end of you.
Written by Me at 7:58 AM
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Do you ever get the feeling that you have too many things to say, but you rarely ever have the right words to express them?
I read your writing and it just resonates with me- because everything you write reflects what I feel most of the time.
Thank you for saying the things that I want to say but can't.
This is like my favourite cinema hall.
This reminds me of Jeannette Winterson's book: "Written On the Body".
I LOVE this. One of my favorite entries, so beautifully worded.
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