One Year Cannot

One year cannot

measure your pain as well as your joy for you are immeasurable. You neither wasted time nor missed anything else. You lived, you loved, you tried, you lost, you gained, you fell, you stood up for yourself. You do not know what comes next but you have, in your guts, what it takes to survive the immeasurableness of life, because you are more than what you think of yourself and more than what people perceive of you. You are immeasurable. You are not lost. You shall be be found is due time.

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(From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.)

(Artwork by Lesley Oldaker.)

"Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next."

-Virginia Woolf , The Waves-

(When you burn two matches leaning against each other, it gives rise to a tragiromantic dance.)

"The woods are lovely,

Dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep."

_Robert Frost, Stoping by Woods on a Snowy Evening_

(Artwork by Angel Boligán Corbo.)

"This is one moment, But know that another Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy."

-T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral-

(Melancolie by Albert György.)

"I like looking at her lips and if she's not around, I love to imagine them. Her lips have an aura I cannot describe, when she speaks, they move like a caring embrace, like gentle transparent fingertips that wake a soul from within, and kissing, O kissing her always feels like coming home. When she's silent or quiet or when silence obliges itself upon her, her lips still possess a nonverbal beauty that always invite my lips to bury ourselves into each other. And when we kiss, I tell you truly, the world halts and we spin and spin in love, and not even the ancient voices of doom could stop us."

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(Artwork The Kiss by Gustav Klimt.)