Physics says: go to sleep. Of course Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Albert Goldbarth, “The Sciences Sing a Lullaby” (via dandelion-days)
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
What if love is made and nothing else? Nothing else, And they were both right.
Kapka Kassabova (via visualcomplex)
asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of water.
cried Echo from the green cochlea of the woods.
And they were both lonely.
What if love is made and nothing else?
And they were both right.
I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
Waiting for Godot (via namahate)
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Veronica A. Shoffstall, After A While (via androgynyous)
Officially a RISD student! Huzzah!