Gretchen

“We wake up, breathe, live life often against our wishes and our better judgement. We console ourselves by telling ourselves this is no fault of our own but that doesn’t take away the reality of the pain, the streaming dreams, the utter shock of life, the shattered pieces of survival.”
― Scott C. Holstad, Cells

“i often wonder at what point my thoughts cease to be my reality and simply merge with my dreams to become my fiction, my life.”
― Scott C. Holstad, Distant Visions, Again and Again

“Like long lost love abandoned in forgotten letters, you lose yourself in others, and dream their dreams, become their aspirations. When you look in the mirror, you see a black blank picture of Them staring back and you vow not to before giving in once again.”
― Scott C. Holstad, Places

“Poets may be the “unacknowledged legislators” but I don’t know if we’re that important. My fear overwhelms me at times; I gave you my fear, a withered gift. You are the true poet of the family. You gave me the cry of a baby in its mother’s arms, cotton candy at the circus, John Cage exhibits at the museum, lying under the light of the full moon. You gave me Fellini films and old Romances, a glass of Burgandy in a darkened restaurant where lovers cling to hope of passion and contentment. You gave me hope and love, but most of all, you gave me poetry.”
― Scott C. Holstad, Places