Joseph Adrian

“Remember not to forget the dying colors of yesterday
As you inhale tomorrow's hot dream, blown from frozen lips.
Remember, you naked agent of every nothing.”
― Bob Kaufman

“a bird no one wants. he’s mine. my bird of pain. he doesn’t sing. that bird swaying on the bough.”
― Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

“At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.”
― Frida Kahlo

“It mattered little if one was mute; people did not understand one another anyway. They collided with or charmed one another, hugged or trampled one another, but everyone knew only himself. His emotions, memory, and senses divided him from others as effectively as thick reeds screen the mainstream from the muddy bank. Like the mountain peaks around us, we looked at one another, separated by valleys, too high to stay unnoticed, too low to touch the heavens.”
― Jerzy Kosiński, The Painted Bird