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Saturday, May 03, 2008

k i must be immortal i cant be killed.
that or maybe i'm already dead.

"Ah, whom can we ever turn to in our need?
Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing animals are aware
that we are not really at home in our interpreted world."

"Is it any less difficult for lovers?
But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.
Don't you know yet?
Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we breathe;
perhaps the birds will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying."

"And being dead is hard work and full of retrieval before one can gradually feel a trace of eternity.
Though the living are wrong to believe in the too-sharp distinctions which
they themselves have created."

"Angels (they say) don't know whether it is the living they are moving among, or the dead."

- Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies (extracted)

she's not here @

2:55 PM