from Colored Girls won’t be Televised, Scherezade Siobhan© (via viperslang)
I am mad.
I don’t know
when the day ends or starts.
All my friends
are my enemies as well.
I have no love to give
and no time to think.
My soul is empty.
I wonder if some cigars
would make me feel alive.
Lost between lies
and the truth.
Can’t remember what I wanted.
The sirens will come tonight,
maybe they’ll take me
far away from here.
I pray they will.
Couple dancing and crescent moon.
Soft, dry tuft of a hollow tune
Wicked itself off a solemn tomb
As all the fires of Earth re-new.
Comets landing and orchard shoots.
An apple on a bough to roost,
Over-ripened and then let loose—
As all your youth has come to prove.
Poplar wilting and heat so rare
That some rusted maiden thought fair
To praise and stand exalting there
As the world is spun round once more.
As night to day, and soon to part;
As the world’s spun again to start.
"Her and Lost In Translation are connected to each other. They’re very much on the same wavelength. They explore a lot of the same ideas. This all makes sense since Spike Jonze and Sofia Coppola were married from 1999 to 2003 and had been together for many years before that. Sofia Coppola had already made her big personal statement in regards to love and marriage right when the couple was on the verge of divorce; Her would be Spike Jonze’s answer to those feelings. What makes it even more poignant is that Her never feels resentful or petty. It feels more like a legitimate apology. It’s an acknowledgement that, in the end, some people aren’t meant to be with each other in the long run. Some people do grow apart. Lost in Translation is about a couple on the verge of growing apart, Her is about finally letting go of the person you’ve grown apart with and moving on.”
I will not ask you to stay
If you must go, go
I don’t need you
I will breathe (carefully) without you
I will smile (slowly) without you
I will go on (eventually) without you
I’d be much happier
If you chose to not leave,
But if you must let go, let go
And I will too
And hopefully one day
I will teach my heart to not break
Whenever everyday thoughts
Lead to you
I’m afraid I’m much too weak,
I’m afraid we’ll always be
A book with the end pages ripped out,
I’m afraid I’ll always wonder,
Always place everyone second to you
I’m afraid I’ll always love you
But I will not ask you to stay.
Does Time Truly Heal All Wounds? (Madisen Kuhn)