Unravelling the gift He was to me,
Recreating the retrospective
Learning to love myself
Learning to let go
In search of...
Marion Muse. 21. Poet.Classicist.Lover. Nubian. London. God. Revolutionary....
“How can a three-pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question its own place in the cosmos? Especially awe inspiring is the fact that any single brain, including yours, is made up of atoms that were forged in the hearts of countless, far-flung stars billions of years ago. These particles drifted for eons and light-years until gravity and change brought them together here, now. These atoms now form a conglomerate- your brain- that can not only ponder the very stars that gave it birth but can also think about its own ability to think and wonder about its own ability to wonder. With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, is the greatest mystery of all.”
― V.S. Ramachandran, The Tell-Tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human
I just can’t deal
If I ever do fall in love again, I’ll probably be really discreet about it. The kind to never talk about my relationship even though I’m bursting on the inside. There’s been too many times where I got excited about someone only to have it engulf in flames in my face after I’ve told my closest folks how excited I am. That is the worst.
Shit am I ever going to be able to trust again?