Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.
We were not meant for this. We were meant to live and love and play and work and even hate more simply and directly. It is only through outrageous violence that we come to see this absurdity as normal, or to not see it at all. Each new child has his eyes torn out so he will not see, his ears removed so he will not hear, his tongue ripped out so he will not speak, his mind juiced so he will not think, and his nerves scraped so he will not feel. Then he is released into a world broken in two: others, like himself, and those to be used. He will never realize that he still has all of his senses, if only he will use them. If you mention to him that he still has ears, he will not hear you. If he hears, he will not think. Perhaps most dangerously of all, if he thinks he will not feel. And so on, again.
accentcirconflexe:

My favorite.

accentcirconflexe:

My favorite.

"and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you”

- e.e. cummings

 

Photos:

Alexandra Bellisimo

Robert Kusterle 

“Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.” ― E.E. Cummings
Photo: Hope Beyond Experienced Aloneness
S.J. Wickham http://inspiringbetterlife.blogspot.com/2012/05/hope-beyond-experienced-aloneness.html

“Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.” 
― E.E. Cummings

Photo: Hope Beyond Experienced Aloneness

S.J. Wickham http://inspiringbetterlife.blogspot.com/2012/05/hope-beyond-experienced-aloneness.html

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
to be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight;
and never stop fighting.

likeafieldmouse:

Jonni Cheatwood - Oil Transfers (2012)

pixandum:

10.2.13.
"Just Breathe"

pixandum:

10.2.13.

"Just Breathe"

jacobvanloon:

Jacob van Loon
Lead Shot Star IV
Watercolor on paper
2013

Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be!
I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

“The cruelest lies are often told in silence.” 
― Robert Louis StevensonVirginibus Puerisque and Other Papers