Falling Star, 1884 by Witold Pruszkowski (Polish, 1846–1896)
Falling Star, 1884 by Witold Pruszkowski (Polish, 1846–1896)
Self-love Song
Love, pleasingly sweet
Tends to come easily for me
Feeling everything down deep
Swirling over and through
Like wind playing in the trees
Leaves fluttering into place
All the beautifully bizarre bringing
Spice to this eclectic bazaar called life
Much love inside my heart makes me
Wistfully sigh for such small things
Not least of all I also love
The sound of my heart thumping
Steady and strong despite many breaks
Picking myself back up after bad falls
Knowing I’m worth talking to
Regardless if others say nothing more
Not even the semblance of goodbye
Or try to convince me I don’t matter
I’ll let myself cry till the tears dry up
Learning to choose myself
No one else is reliable enough
Nor is it their responsibility
That belongs to me and finally
Getting the hang of this job
It’s round the clock nonstop
Eyes off the prize too long
And everything can spin out
Like a frenetic dejected top
But I’m finding my groove
Moving to my own beat
Loving unreservedly this time
I’m starting to
Start with me
- Prompts: the bizarre in the bazaar; I also love…; all the time
“We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented”
The Truman Show (1998)
“When one reads the books of long-dead men, a strange sensation comes over one. These men who lived two hundred, three hundred, three thousand years ago are so far off now from this writing which they have left on earth. Yet we look for eternal truths in their works.”— Lev Shestov, All Things Are Possible
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