Mad dash to nowhere

forever entering through exit doors because too fucking G

Via: violentwavesofemotion
True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.
E.M. Cioran, from The Trouble With Being Born

I sat there singing her
Songs in the dark.

She said,
I do not understand
The words.

I said,
There are
No words.

Langston Hughes, Songs
Here I purchase your silence.
I agree: I give you mine
with one provision: that we do not understand each other.
Pablo Neruda, The Sea and the Bells
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