To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

I wish I wrote the way I thought. Obsessively. Incessantly

I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should

Benedict Smith, “I Wish I Wrote the Way I Thought” 

(via thesensualstarfish)

A surface, an image, a past

You will walk toward the mirror,
closer and closer,
then flow into the glass.
You will disappear some day like that,
being more real, more true, at the last.


You learn what you are, but slowly,
a child, a woman, a man,
a self often shattered,
and pieces put together again,
till the end:

you halt, the glass opens -

A surface, an image, a past.

 - William Stafford, Your Life