“Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't know the trick. It's like whistling or singing.”
~ Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy.
~ Oscar Wilde

Shaking The Dust

•   It’s hilarious when you think of it actually, of how frail and fragile love is. No. Actually it makes me sick to my stomach.
•    Today I saw  a couple of children playing today and I literally burst into tears. It’s so sad, they way they dance when they’re young without even knowing there’s such a thing as the absence of it, then they grow up, only to be broken again and again and again mercilessly by their 'privileged' years. And sometimes they’re broken beyond repair.
•       I’m tired of having my heart broken.
•       I don’t have any more heart to break anymore. No more heart to hate. No more heart to care.

(In need of so much repair)

~Kerry-Ann

Recycling

Time to apologize to my soul for willingly, selfishly letting it drown in an undesired darkness for far too long.