And she danced; she danced with the music and with the rhythm of earths circles; she turned with the earth turning, like a disk, turning all faces to light and to darkness evenly. dancing towards daylight. Anais Nin
“ I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
who made me laugh
- Charles Bukowski.
So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.” - Andrea Gibson, Evolution
Grab her sometimes,
and dance with her.
With no music,
randomly on the street.
I see you like a twin brother
whom I shared a mother’s womb with.
Only that we were holding each other’s
hearts and pressing it against our palms,
afraid that if we stop, we would stop looking
at each other the same way we always have.
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus!
That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. – Charles Bukowski
“Darling,” you said,
“we’re a train wreck.”
“Sweetheart,” I said,
“train wrecks always
make the front page.”
Illustrations by Rob Cham | MakeUp Emman Concepcion | MNL Ph