your callouses and my sweaty palms
“Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.”
There comes a point in each person’s life when we realise that we have drifted too far
and it’s best to just acknowledge the divide and move on.
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
from Love in the Time of Cholera.
Ah! Let me look a long while in thine eyes, for they are deeper than the depths of thought, and clearer than the ether after rain, and suaver than the moving of the moon, and vaster than the void of all desire.
This poem, Impromptu by Wilfred Owen is amazing and hard hitting.
I am easily seduced with well thought words. 🙂