Symmetry
penncee
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Last night, yours was, fifteenth of September,
Last breath, surrendered, lost without a trace.
Were you sleeping in that still, silent space?
Truth conveyed, seared my heart with its ember.
Reclined, you were mine, but to remember.
Stars burned through the night, dawned upon my face.
Is pain all there is for the human race?
Baby’s breast heaving in slumber, tender.
First daughter inhales your last lullaby.
I Believe in Miracles; I Remember You;
Songs soothe the sorrow; seven years, alone.
Today, tomorrow, crowds sing not goodbye,
They wanna be sedated, wanna renew,
Living loud and fast, like Johnny Ramone.
Thank you to Eddie Vedder for his raw honesty — Copps Coliseum, Hamilton, ON, Canada, September 15, 2011.
Thank you to Pearl Jam for twenty years of sound that always incises, incites, invigorates, and inspires.
Congratulations on your 20th anniversary.
Last breath, surrendered, lost without a trace.
Were you sleeping in that still, silent space?
Truth conveyed, seared my heart with its ember.
Reclined, you were mine, but to remember.
Stars burned through the night, dawned upon my face.
Is pain all there is for the human race?
Baby’s breast heaving in slumber, tender.
First daughter inhales your last lullaby.
I Believe in Miracles; I Remember You;
Songs soothe the sorrow; seven years, alone.
Today, tomorrow, crowds sing not goodbye,
They wanna be sedated, wanna renew,
Living loud and fast, like Johnny Ramone.
Thank you to Eddie Vedder for his raw honesty — Copps Coliseum, Hamilton, ON, Canada, September 15, 2011.
Thank you to Pearl Jam for twenty years of sound that always incises, incites, invigorates, and inspires.
Congratulations on your 20th anniversary.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain—Dune, George Herbert
In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
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oh my God, so sad
so deeply touching