Enough

I am wearing dark glasses inside the house
To match my dark mood.

I have left all the sugar out of the pie.
My rage is a kind of domestic rage.

I learned it from my mother
Who learned it from her mother before her

And so on.
Surely the Greeks had a word for this.

Now surely the Germans do.
The more words a person knows

To describe her private sufferings
The more distantly she can perceive them.

I repeat the names of all the cities I’ve known
And watch an ant drag its crooked shadow home.

What does it mean to love the life we’ve been given?
To act well the part that’s been cast for us?

Wind. Light. Fire. Time.
 A train whistles through the far hills.

One day I plan to be riding it.

～　Suzanne Buffam

Do Not Make Things Too Easy

Do not make things too easy.
There are rocks and abysses in the mind
As well as meadows.
There are things knotty and hard: intractable.
Do not talk to me of love and understanding.
I am sick of blandishments.
I want the rock to be met by a rock.
If I am vile, and behave hideously,
Do not tell me it was just a misunderstanding.

~ Martha Baird

You know what? Who cares what normal is, Simone? Let's protest. From now on we're the anti-normal, anti-average, anti-standard. You can eat when you want to, I'll wear what I want, and we'll die with a bag of chips in our hand a tablecloth on our head.

Amal, Does My Head Look Big In This? ~ Randa Abdel-Fattah

All This And Heaven Too

And the heart is hard to translate,

It has a language of its own,

It talks and tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations,

In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures,

In short shallow gasps!

But with all my education,

I can’t seem to commend it,

And the words are all escaping me,

And coming back all damaged,

And I would put them back in poetry,

If I only knew how,

I can’t seem to understand it,

And I would give all this and heaven too,

I would give it all if only for a moment

That I could just understand the meaning of the word, you see,

‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever,

But it never makes sense to me at all.

And it talks to me in tiptoes,

And sings to me inside,

It cries out in the darkest night,

And breaks in morning light.

But with all my education,

I can’t seem to commend it,

And the words are all escaping me,

And coming back all damaged,

And I would put them back in poetry,

If I only knew how,

I can’t seem to understand it,

And I would give all this and heaven too,

I would give it all if only for a moment

That I could just understand the meaning of the word, you see,

‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever,

But it never makes sense to me at all.

And I would give all this and heaven too,

I would give it all if only for a moment,

That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,

‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever,

But it never makes sense to me at all.

No words are a language,

It doesn’t deserve such treatment,

And all my stumbling phrases,

Never amounted to anything worth this feeling,

All this heaven,

Never could describe such a feeling as I’m having,

Words were never so useful,

So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before

~Florence and The Machine

There are a great many strange things in the world...
But no matter how odd...
How incredible something may be...
If a human does not touch it...
If a human does not see it...
If a human is not involved with it...
It is simply something that happened.
Simply a matter that will fade with time.

Humans.
Mankind.
Homo sapiens.

Humans are the most profoundly mysterious living things in the world!

Opening lines, xxxHoLic ~ CLAMP