At last, when all of the world is asleep You take in the blackness of air The likes of a darkness so deep That God at the start couldn’t bear
And sit unseen, with only the inner upheld Your reflection can’t offer a word To the bliss of not knowin’ yourself With all mirrorin’ gone from the world
Still the mind, rejectin’ this new empty space Fills it with somethin’ or someone No closer could I be to God Or why he would do what he’s done
Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais ‘nós na hoíche Trína chéile; Le chéile, claochlaithe Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche Is claochlú an ealaín Is ealaín dubh í Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíchе Trína chéile; Le chéile, claochlaithе Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche Is claochlú an ealaín Is ealaín dubh í
[Actual translation of the irish verse thanks to this anon
you’re all bright ease but you come on like night topsy-turvy; together, transformed you’re all bright ease but you come on like night art is metamorphosis it(f) is a dark art you’re all bright ease but you come on like night topsy-turvy; together, transformed you’re all bright ease but you come on like night art is metamorphosis it(f) is a dark art]
Notice: not only do your friends actually like you, they secretly like you twice as much as they let on
An experience that made me feel much more assured in my friendships was at college, a friend and myself were talking about a third friend of ours and how cool and knowledgeable and smart she is and how we feel like we could never be that cool. The next day I was working with a professor on some paper presentations we were about to have and when I came out of the staff room I was informed that these two aforementioned friends were having the same discussion about me. And it turns out we spent a lot of time thinking about our friends who aren’t currently in the room and gushing over how cool and smart and talented they are without being able to say all of it to their face.
Your friends secretly love you a lot more than they already express, just like you love them so intensely that saying it all to their faces would sound clumsy to your own ears. It’s true though
