Shards

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.

— Life is Fine, by Langston Hughes

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— Dylan Thomas

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

— Rabindranath Tagore

 

By William Shakespeare

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.

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Words

 

   

Thoughts
"I used to be so much older back then, in most senses of the word, but my knees weren't this creaky"
"I'm smaller on the inside, okay? Why is it that everyone else gets to just be whatever they want to, reach the stars and write a symphony or whatever their thing is, but everyone keeps pushing me away from my small, rotten self?"