Heartbroken-bacchus - I Miss Those Good Old Boys

The loneliness of who I am

Stane Jagodič - Contemporary Golgotha (assemblage), 1999

cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see

on the way back, i stumbled and tripped down the poet’s street

when i got home, my mom cried when she saw my feet

Extremely rare fire halo looks like an eye captured over Alaska...

“To detach yourself elegantly from the world; to give contour and grace to sadness; a solitude in style; a walk that gives cadence to memories; stepping towards the intangible; with the breath in the trembling margins of things; the past reborn in the overflow of fragrances; the smell, through which we conquer time; the contour of the invisible things; the forms of the immaterial; to deepen yourself in the intangible; to touch the world airborne by smell; aerial dialogue and gliding dissolution; to bathe in your own reflecting fragmentation […]”

— Emil Cioran, The Book Of Delusions (via prosetrose-blog)