Tuesday, 23 December 2014

And I had a stupid dream that I could change things but I'm a martyr to even less, I hate the ground that I have walked upon nothing I've done has ever mattered long

Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

Saturday, 20 December 2014

Δεν υπάρχει ποτέ τρόπος ν’ ανακτήσουμε όσα θα χαθούν μ’ αυτόν τον τρόπο για πάντα

some people simply search out
unhappiness, they’ll scrounge it out
in any given situation
taking any whim
any simple error
and then becoming hateful

don’t they realize that
there’s so little
and to mutilate it
like this…
there’s never
any way
to recover
all that was
Bukowski, a terrible need