Still looking at grad schools, still can’t decide whether I’d like to go to Ireland or England…if I got accepted at unis in both countries, I have no idea how I’d decide…I’m really hoping I just get accepted anywhere, tbh, that would be a real blessing!  

Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone’s soul being blown to the far side of the world.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

Bless

introspectivepoet:

You make me believe in goodness
And you make me hopeful
And that’s enough for me right now
You’re like sunshine
In the endless grey sky of my life
When I see you I smile
I feel at peace
And for a moment
Alright
You remind me of hearing an angel sing
Or the beauty of a pattern
On a butterfly’s wing
And I don’t care if that sounds cheesy
It’s true
It’s how I see the world
So let me be
Thank you for just existing
In this moment that’s what I need
You’re a blessing
And not a curse
When things could only get worse
You brought me back up
And held me tight
And I felt ok that whole damn night
Take flight
My heart
Find your way
To that love that makes you feel
Alive
Bless you
And bless your soul
You’re slowly filling the hole
That lives inside my heart
Your light shines into the horizon
And stretches for eternity
And I could walk toward
That ever disappearing point
Of no return
Forever
If it meant
I’d be warmed by your love
And light
I see you shining like the stars
Until the universe ends
Forever
And ever
And ever
And ever
And ever
And-

Original Work: KH 9/11/14

One of those days…

introspectivepoet:

It was one of those days
When the world seemed at your feet
Like the sun was shining solely for you,
And dreams were starting to come to life.
It was one of those days
When everything seemed endless,
Life, love, happiness.
When dreams seemed to realize themselves.
It was one of those days,
You know the ones
When everything seems possible…

Until
it
all
crashed
and
fell
apart.

You know those days too.
When something happens,
Like a light switch in your brain,
And possible becomes
Impossible
And everything is nothing
And hope evaporates
Back up into that secret place
Where it lives
In that quiet corner
Of the universe
That we’re all always searching for.

It was one of those days.

Original Work: KH 9/15/14

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Homer, The Iliad

Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84