The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…
How should I feel about a man whose only crime against me is constantly being in my way? Being the one she chooses?
shavingryansprivates: hey man have u seen my updog? no harold, what’s updog? not much u?
A personal truth
I have learned, in the past year, that one’s heart knows nothing of the truth, knows so very little of the world until that heart is given utterly to another. Whether requited or not, the experience of loving someone completely and without reserve radically changes how we see and feel the world.
Those Three Words seem a simple truth. A solitary, unyielding force to raise a soul in wicked bliss, or grind the bones of hope to dust.
Weak self-assurance; An unmighty heart. What do I know of love? I know of you.
As I unwind
My search for her leads to you. Every new desire is twisted malaise. Rusted claws rend my feeble heartstrings. Love holds the thread as I unwind.
Ask me not to number your flaws, for I shall avoid the question. In truth, my dear, I find too many, yet I love them all with endless fury.
...and softens the night.
Te llamo, oh, Careluna, Careluna. Prezența ta în viața mea este buna. Deine Ohren sind samstig Schönheit. Your voice sounds like home… Another new poem.
Four deft blows to a frostbit trunk. Defiance rings heavy in her bones. Scarlet time stamps mark the day’s work. Rivers run quick on icy cheeks.