"It's funny how we always find ourselves wanting to run back to the ones we used to love, for some reason, think it would work out differently the second time"
October 23, 2011
October 21, 2011
An Afternoon Potraits
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| This is my boy, Bobby <3 |
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| Arm stretched out to the sky |
"You are the bird whose wings came
when I awakened in the night and called.
Only with my arms I called, because your name
is like a chasm, a thousand nights deep.
You are the shadows in which I quietly slept,
and your seed devised in me each dream,—
you are the image, but I am the frame
that makes you stand in glittering relief."
when I awakened in the night and called.
Only with my arms I called, because your name
is like a chasm, a thousand nights deep.
You are the shadows in which I quietly slept,
and your seed devised in me each dream,—
you are the image, but I am the frame
that makes you stand in glittering relief."
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Guardian Angel,” in The Book of Images, trans. Edward Snow
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