E.M. Cioran,  from The Trouble With Being Born (via helmholts):

We should have been excused
from lugging a body:
the burden of the self
was enough.

 Michael Ondaatje, from In the Skin of a Lion. (via yumeni):

He undreams himself, remembers she has left him.

Veneration & Other Painful Mythologies About Love | agooduniverse  (via facinaoris):

I wanted to write you tender.
That is to say, I wanted to write
of a tenderness that did not exist.
That is to say, I wanted
and in the wanting gave life
to a series of white lies that
coalesced into a mythology
beginning with a creation myth
where you loved me back.

Give me a chance to get this
right, a chance to write this down.
To memorialize these words that,
unfettered and fluttering, threaten
to leave me.

And here is the truth of it:
I am bad at letting things go.

Here is the truth about holiness,
here is the truth about your wings
which from a great height look
so much like a black hole, of your
lion’s maw from which your voice
came like thunder: I will never be
rectified of your divinity.

Now in public spaces I wander,
desperate. I try to free myself of these
tremors, those sweats, willing my blood
to be more than blood.

I go towards strangers pointing at
the burn marks. I tell them,
‘This is where the angel
kissed me.’