“I am suffocated by my own being just as much as I am grateful for it. I love everything in this way: in such a way that I cannot bear it. I know what it is to love something so much that every moment is something both loved and lost.” LovePoetryTimeChangeLossConsciousnessBeingImpermanence Author:Belle Townsend
“I have started to spend my Fridays playing tennis with a boy from my class, and he said we would only do it as long as the weather permitted. I have started looking forward to Fridays. It is getting colder everyday, this is the worst part of living in New England: how quickly the seasons change.” TimeNatureChangeColdSeasonsImpermanenceNew England Author:Belle Townsend
“I have started to spend my Fridays playing tennis with a boy from my class, and he said we would only do it as long as the weather permitted. I have started looking forward to Fridays. It is getting colder everyday, this is the worst part of living in New England: how quickly the seasons change. But what a joy it is to have something, anything, just for a little while. What a privilege it is to hold something so precious, so small, so unspoken, and to wince when you have to let go. What a treat to have so much life grace these fingertips, to love so much that I now know such loss. What a curse to have it all move so quickly, to have it be out of reach so fast.” TimeChangeLossSeasonsImpermanenceTime Passing Book:Push and Pull Source: Push and Pull