you and me, busy as bees
and so we sleep
Every time I take one step forward a single thought of you pulls me back.
Hand raised in a crowded room –
What use is poetry?
Standing apart I looked at her and said –
We have poetry
So we do not die of history.
I had no idea what I meant.Meena Alexander, from Question Time (via herbstzeitlose)
my room isn’t messy it’s grunge