War is horror. War is our vulnerability and helplessness. It is our inability to protect family and friends. It is deciding not which area is safer, but which one is less dangerous. It is packing official papers, a bottle of water, life savings, a mobile with a dead battery, and, above all, memories into one small “emergency bag” and forgetting the bag altogether once your house is shelled. War is having no time to say goodbye to your window, or the stickers on your wall, or a piece of embroidery, or that crack in the door you always hated. War is leaving your house barefoot. War is your grief aired live on TV. War is humiliation. War is remorse for things you have not done. War is traumatised children and traumatised adults. War is broken hearts and scars that do not heal.
"All your armies, all your fighters,
All your tanks, and all your soldiers,
against a boy, holding a stone,
standing there all alone.
In his eyes, I see the sun.
In his smile, I see the moon.
And I wonder, I only wonder,
who is weak, and who is strong?
who is right, and who is wrong?
And I wish, I only wish, that the truth had a tongue.”
My favourite thing to do is compare people to the universe, because maybe it will make you stop for a second and wonder why you think you’re not beautiful when you know the universe is.
Sunset at home…
"Holding On and Letting Go"
There is not one person in this world that is not cripplingly sad about something. You remember that before you open your mouth.
— (via elauxe)