And the 'poems' in each chapter are relevant and are really simple and straightforward that they reach your heart right away! I have never known what this sadness feels like when you cannot feel the sun or the air around you And time they say will heal you but even my own mother doesn’t know what to do. You said you wouldn’t hurt me You promised to keep me safe You knew what the others had done and I fell for the sincerity on your face. Maybe I deserved this for trusting someone who could manipulate so easily Maybe I deserved this for not listening when mother knows best. But all I was trying to do was show you that even a monster can be loved. And can I just say. . . the jellyfishes. are so cute. they stole me and sold me into reading this and finishing it. And don't you just love that metaphor? The jellyfish tends to hurt everyone, but inside, they are soft creatures.

You promised you would never take a road that I could not follow, yet here we are; I’m crying on the bathroom floor and you’ve taken the road I couldn’t follow. Is that why you play the music so loud? A beat to drown out the thoughts, sound so high you cannot think, lyrics so close to home, you don’t even blink. Your feelings are valid and real. Do not let anybody denounce them just because they do not feel the same way. These feelings do not make you weak or clingy or overly emotional. They make you strong, brave and beautiful. You are not merely made of stardust; you are the comet streaking through the sky on the way to do good and bright things.” The Pillow Book is also the name of a series of radio thrillers written by Robert Forrest and broadcast on BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour Drama. These are detective stories with Sei Shōnagon as a principal character and feature many of her lists. [18] See also [ edit ] I understand why people take flight from bridges, I understand why a girl holds a blade to her wrist, I understand why a grown man cries counting all his lists. What I wish for the world to understand, is that in these fragile moments, patience and love are needed most.

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The Pillow Book of Sei Shōnagon, trans. Ivan Morris (in two volumes, Oxford University Press, 1967; followed by a condensed version by Penguin, 1971). Based on Nōinbon text. Reese, Lyn. Heian Period. Women In World History Curriculum. www.womeninworldhistory.com/Heian9.htm. Accessed 27 February 2017.

There is so much noise The city never sleeps And I long for just one day everything is so quiet You and I could hear the clouds move It will start with the big things, like their seat next to you at the family dinner table on Sunday evenings or their name next to yours on invitations. And then suddenly all the little things will fade too. You won’t remember the sound of their voice in the morning or how their hand felt in yours. You won’t remember all the tiny details of every date you had or all the conversations you shared late at night. And then one day someone will ask you their favourite colour, and you’ll hesitate.I saw an angel once But she had lost her wings I saw an angel once She seemed broken of all things I saw an angel once And asked her why she was sad The angel looked at me and said “Because the world has gone mad” And in the end it all matters, this distance that we are, creating all this longing. The butterflies I feel for you, listening to our song on the radio, the way I miss you even in the early hours of the morning. Wondering about the day I will have you through the night before. May your weapon be kindness Your shield compassion May the flowers grow again To sprout love from all this sadness If I had a list of all the things that still make me cry, some days you would be at the end and others the very start.