Peaceful the World lays me down ...

... is a song by Noah and the Whale ... it has taken me a long long time to pick up the pieces, to be able to breath fully, to find joy in little things again; be it a sunset, complicated writings, laughter with friends, letters from aboard, cakes with ten millions layers of chocolates, discovering long forgotten music, having meandering conversations, wandering under the Blue Lights ...

Oh, well it's hard to look deep into your soul.
Not everything you'll find will be perfect gold.
There are ghosts and demons that hide in the dark.
Oh, they wait till you find them and then they laugh.
Oh, they know that my body is no way good enough.
Know that my heart is no way strong enough
to bear the sorrows that love brings.
When I recoil in fear, oh, the demons shake.

But it's a hollow love for a heart with no blood in its veins.

Oh, there is no endless devotion,
that is free from the force of erosion.
Oh, if you don't believe in God,
how can you believe in love?
When we're all just matter that will one day scatter,
when peaceful the world lays us down.
Oh and finding love is a matter of luck,
and unettled lovers move from f*** to f***
Oh, and compare their achievements like discussing bereavements
And compare their abrasions with romantic quotations,
Oh, as peaceful, the world watches down.

But oh we were blown out of the water.
Oh, and we walk on the feet we have grown.
Oh, and we were given a heart, of which love is a part.
Oh, and we cornered the thing from which all life will spring.
And it gave value to the world that surrounds us.

But we consider the world just for a moment.
Oh, and it's gone before we even know.
Oh, but I'll follow it round yeah I'll follow it round.
Oh, I'll follow it round yeah I'll follow it round.
Till peaceful, the world lays me down.

She came to stay ... ...

... by Simone de Beauvoir is fictional autobiography about the complicated, painful relationships between Jean-Paul Sartre, Olga Kosakievicz and her. Despite its ending, the first few pages when she described their love is just beautiful and ultimately what one aspires to ...

"Pierre was on the stage, she was in the audience, and yet, for both of them it was the same play being performed in the same theatre. Their life was the same. They did not always see it from the same angle, for through their individual desires, moods, or pleasures, each discovered a different aspect. But it was, for all that, the same life. Neither time nor distance could divide them. There were, of course, streets, ideas, faces, that came into existence first for Pierre, and others first for Francoise; but they faithfully pieced together these scattered experiences into a single whole, in which "yours" and "mine" became indistinguishable. Neither one nor the other ever withheld the slightest fragment. That would have been the worst, the only possible betrayal".