Thursday, 8 February 2018

On the edge of Hope.......


As long as there are any people in the world 
who have no power whatsoever, 
I cannot lose all hope.



Voices-such that no one could take for granted, 
as though they will always be the same. 
Piercing voices. 
Caressing voices. 
Wounded voices.


Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to die happily, 
so long as one has never happily witnessed someone else's death.



Every spoken word is false.


Every written word is false.


Every word is false. But what exists without words?
Elias Canetti