oleandermilk:

clavicola:

inwardheartbeats:

The softest bone read to you by me.

What is the softest bone in your body, he asked.
I don’t know, somewhere in the ear perhaps?
No, he said, it is somewhere in your heart.
Listen carefully. The softest bone is just as much
as a flower is a megaphone. The finest toothed comb,
the stuck shard of a lost love’s wreckage. The softest bone
is a splinter in your ship. It is a mast tied to the tiptoe of your shadow.
It is the trickling of time and the pain you feel when you close your eyes,
the reason why shadows trail your feet except at midday and night sky. 

My goodness that was beautiful.

Perfection.

(via ohcatsandrabbits)