the impending night kisses everything in a violent rush
sometimes it’s not so much what is lost,
as what can be found
Indifference can make you feel small, it can render you invisible, as you question the tender essence of yourself and the preservation of what used to be your young and wild spirit.
shadows are like morning webs,
tangled in our downcast lashes and hushed lips,
at once beautiful and terrifying
we search the world over,
never realizing the answers
She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us.
from A Room with a View by E.M. Forster, 1908