It’s a blessing, isn’t it? To be able,Chana Bloch, from “Blood Honey” (via oofpoetry)
days at a time,
to forget what we are.
I never know a moonrise since I am confined in a roomYasao Akeda, “Grub” (via larmoyante)
I never know a sunrise since I am down in a cellar
I never know a clear sky since I walk with a hanging head
I never have news of anyone since I receive no letters
I confuse flowers with girls since I am blind
And yet I am still alive and
I know the cold wind and the smell of the earth.