Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
RENEE STONEIt takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.
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The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
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I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
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I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start
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