On days like this, the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.
From, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, 1997
Excerpt
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The Journey
it was a journey, into the depths of spirit and strength
Birds
i asked her, “if you were a bird, which bird would you be?”
and she answered so close to my soul:
“a raven.”
Wordless
I have no words this week. Instead I’ll be posting some photos and save the words for another time.
Daybreak
at 2:00a.m. troubles and worries land
like colonies of bats inside her head
and by daybreak, they have scattered,
afraid of the light
Forgetting
i still remember all the things i’d like to forget
and often forget all the things i need to remember
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