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OUT OF THE MORNING.
WILL there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!
-Emily Dickinson
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You built a city
All in your head
Triangle of ever light
It turns you on every night
Need a companion
A hidden prayer...
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In which I'm forever a child looking out my window at the night sky, Thinking one day I'll touch the world with bare hands Even if it burns.
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the past isn't behind you it coils inside your body that's why some years you feel closer and more nostalgic for certain ages than others
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Being a person didn't come naturally to me the way it seemed to for others. People who were sure of themselves awed me. I studied them and tried to mimic their ease.
-Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy
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Everyone who terrifies you is sixty- five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
-Finn Butler, From The Wreckage
