imagination illumination
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 5: A Game of You (via summiting)

Oh, well it’s hard to look deep into your soul.

Not everything you’ll find will be perfect gold.

There are ghosts and demons that hide in the dark.

Oh, they wait till I find love and then they laugh.

Oh, they know that my body is no way good enough.

Know that my heart is no way strong enough to bare the sorrow that love brings.

When I coil in fear, oh, the demons sing-

oh it’s a hollow love for a heart with no blood

in its veins.

Oh, there is no endless devotion,

that is free from the force of erosion.

Oh, and if you don’t believein’ God,

how can you believe in love?

When we’re all just matter that will one day scatter,

when peaceful the world lays us down.

Oh and finding love is a matter of luck,

and unsettled lovers move from fuck to fuck.

Oh, and compare their achievements like discussing bereavements

And compare their aberrations with romantic quotations,

Oh, as peaceful, the world watches down.

But oh we were blown out of the water.

Oh, and we walk on the feet we have grown.

Oh And we were given a heart, of which love is a part.

Oh, and we cornered the thing from which all life will spring.

And it gave value to the world that surrounds us

But we consider the world just for a moment

Oh and its gone before we even know

Oh but I’ll follow it round yeah I’ll follow it round

Oh I’ll follow it round yeah I’ll follow it round

Till peaceful, the world lays me down

While Henry Knight is hanging from a cliff and about to fall to his death, he observes “an imbedded fossil… It was one of the early crustaceans called Trilobites. Seperated by millions of years in their lives, Knight and this underling seem to have met in their place of death.
A Pair of Blue Eyes, Thomas Hardy 1873