julia

“grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us

grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping

grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

“silence is the language of god,
all else is poor translation.”
― Rumi

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

“Time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire