She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.
As humans, we ruin everything we touch, including each other.
You said: I used to invent love when necessary. When I walked alone on the riverbank. Or whenever the level of salt would rise in my body, I would invent the river.
- Mahmoud Darwish, from In the Presence of Absence, translated by Sinan Antoon (Archipelago Books, 2011)
(Source: yesyes, via apoetreflects)
When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.