Joseph Adrian

“a bird no one wants. he’s mine. my bird of pain. he doesn’t sing. that bird swaying on the bough.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems: A Poetry Collection on Writing, Death, and City Life

“Miracles are statistical improbabilities.”
― Amie Kaufman, Jay Kristoff, Obsidio

“I look like a man in a death camp.
I
am.

still, I'm lucky: I feat on solitude, I
will never miss the crowd.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

“It mattered little if one was mute; people did not understand one another anyway. They collided with or charmed one another, hugged or trampled one another, but everyone knew only himself. His emotions, memory, and senses divided him from others as effectively as thick reeds screen the mainstream from the muddy bank. Like the mountain peaks around us, we looked at one another, separated by valleys, too high to stay unnoticed, too low to touch the heavens.”
― Jerzy Kosiński, The Painted Bird