“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws”

“to sense gravity, hang from a cliff by your fingertips. to breathe like an animal, run naked through a desert.”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” 

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.” - Charles Bukowski

“I have felt the wind of the wing of madness.” Baudelaire