April 2011
28 posts
“Art is longing. You never arrive, but you keep going in the hope that you will.”
—Anselm Kiefer (via burythisbone)
I Don't Know How a Day Flew By Us by Anna Kamienska
I don’t know how a day flew by us
I don’t know how life flew by us
and closed with a word
like a lake with ice
winter passed snows melted
the sun appeared and saw
after the winter
that scar on the earth
your grave