“unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.”— Bukowski
Stornoway / Boats and Trains
Once more I woke up in the moonlight
And twice more our paths crossed through the night
And a moment’s hesitation
Your silent invocation
But you shielded me from your glow
Like a moth against your window
And I’m too shy to stop you in your tracks
Oh you leave me in the dark again
And I need someone
To stop me from drifting
It’s getting late to be travelling
Destined to go nowhere
By the fear of unrequited love
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(Source: larmoyante, via tea77green)
