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i breathed with the world today, i can’t wait to rise towards the sun and grow even closer to this planet
Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.
The atoms that make up your body were once forged inside stars, and the causes of even the smallest event are virtually infinite and connected with the whole in incomprehensible ways.
I refuse to let my current circumstances break my spirit.
I refuse to let my current circumstances break my spirit.
I refuse to let my current circumstances break my spirit.
I refuse to let my current circumstances break my spirit.
I refuse to let my current circumstances break my spirit.
I refuse to let my current circumstances break my spirit.
I refuse to let my current circumstances break my spirit.
Anonymous murmured: what does the poem in your description mean?
it’s catalan!! and it’s from a beautiful song by Narsilion titled En La Memòria Del Vent… as far as i know it means something along the lines of this (catalan speakers feel free to correct me if i’m wrong)
we flee under the sun / the shadows fall as the leaves do / in the middle of autumn
prisoners of eternity we will become / where only the forests and the oceans / will cry our names into the distance
beyond the silence / we search for our destiny / in the memory of the wind
