The Great Starry Void
The sheltering sky, the devouring vastness.
The eye wants to sleep but the head is no mattress.
What words are there to tell how long a night can be?
Drunk with love, I wander in the dark.


Sketchbook VII
# "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
Anaïs Nin (via itsquoted)