fotogirl MK:
My creation
fotogirl MK:
"...rest, nature, books, music…such is my idea of happiness…”
fotogirl MK:
Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It's the crack cocaine of the literary world.
fotogirl MK:
I do not trust people who don't love themselves and yet tell me, 'I love you.' There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.
fotogirl MK:
At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.
fotogirl MK:
Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.
fotogirl MK:
She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."
fotogirl MK:
When angry, count four. When very angry, swear.
fotogirl MK:
Somehow she knew that you didn't get many moments like this in your life:
fotogirl MK:
Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do.
fotogirl MK:
I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me.
fotogirl MK:
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
fotogirl MK:
I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.
fotogirl MK:
A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.
fotogirl MK:
Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.
fotogirl MK:
If your eyes are blinded with your worries, you cannot see the beauty of the sunset.
fotogirl MK:
A person is neither whole nor healthy without the memories of photo albums. They are the storybook of our lives. They provide a nostalgic escape from the tormented days of the present.
fotogirl MK:
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.
fotogirl MK:
The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention.
fotogirl MK:
a muse posing with natural light
fotogirl MK:
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
fotogirl MK:
Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint.
fotogirl MK:
the (in)tangible comfort of visual poetry
fotogirl MK:
To read between the lines was easier than to follow the text.
fotogirl MK:
~ the heart is forever inexperienced ~
fotogirl MK:
there's a third part to every two people that doesn't exist when they are separate
fotogirl MK:
holding space
fotogirl MK:
i do not tire
fotogirl MK:
When everyone else sits, poetry stands.
fotogirl MK:
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
