A Joy Discovered.

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.

— C. S. Lewis (via thatkindofwoman)

(via meggielynne)

the fireflies are dancing

and the lightening glows gold and far-away,

nothing to be afraid of.

i stand un-belonging

and i clench up my hands

so much i want to say.

i can’t.

the dusk is falling.

it’s time we should go in, she says,

the silence heavy,

and i leave the fireflies out there

and whisper goodnight

and loneliness streaks tears down my face

when i am alone.

i’d rather be camping…

(via meggielynne)

we were in two trains, going side by side for a while,

and we yelled over the roar of the engines

or talked with our eyes and told stories

of the years that turned our beards to gray.

youngmanandoldsoul:

potentialitea:

lostinamerica:

purpleishboots:

ysvoice:

Inter-train communication - Churnet Valley Railway | by ©alanfrombangor

via mellifluousmoments | j-p-g

Writing is a struggle against silence.

— Carlos Fuentes

on finishing a good book.

is it really the-end? goodbye?

have we really traveled all these pages,

you and i?

we were so young at the beginning

and we are younger now,

without each other.

is it really the-end? goodbye?

have we really traveled all these pages,

you and i?

I don’t want to go to sleep. perhaps I’m afraid of what visions come when I close my eyes.

There are few movies or books that can make me cry.

A Tale of Two Cities is one of them. Gets me every time.

… Dickens is such a genius.

sometimes you whisper,

and wonder if anyone hears,

and if no one hears,

did saying it even matter?

well? do you know?