Nicotine

The Book With No Pictures

Open

Shame

"If I could only throw away the urge to trace my patterns in your heart I could really see you."

VIA DAVID BRANDON

The Road Home

Tell me, where is the road

I can call my own,

That I left, that I lost

So long ago?

All these years I have wandered,

Oh when will I know

There's a way, there's a road

That will lead me home?

After wind, after rain,

When the dark is done,

As I wake from a dream

In the gold of day,

Through the air there's a calling

From far away,

There's a voice I can hear

That will lead me home.

Rise up, follow me,

Come away, is the call,

With the love in your heart

As the only song;

There is no such beauty

As where you belong;

Rise up, follow me,

I will lead you home.

I'm The Man, That Will Find You

I Miss You

"Thought is a performance of that which it seeks to know, and not a simple mirror of something unrelated to itself. The mapmaker, the self, the thinking and knowing subject, is actually a product and a performance of that which it seeks to know and represent." 

VIA A Breif History of Everything, Ken Wilber

All Too Soon