The Ghost Doe

darlienne:

This brown-haired boy talks in reverse
And prefers the company of wolves,
But when we speak it is as if
His words divert my blood between my lungs
Till voiceless phrases come to die
And empathy, to drown.

He twists all sense and makes a farce
Of all that stands upon two feet:
…

The one who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever been before.

—

Albert Einstein

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(Source: commondense, via journalofanobody)

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

—Derrick Jensen (via aperfectcommotion) (via thehermitage) (via pada-viya, mythologyofblue) (via paperswallow) (via elysskama) (via journalofanobody)