Tim Huijts
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Tim Huijts
@timhuijts.bsky.social

Posting about books, photos, nature, mental health, some music and some science - photos mine

Public Health 29%
Medicine 19%

I'm so sorry 🫂

poppy-heart, petal-wings,
missed beats still heard

cloudwoven moonsail
moored in me

come, write us, unfinish our book

'Nameless and patient, these things had been waiting in the dark, waiting for her to come back and enjoy them. They met her eye with self-possession.'
-Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes

What life do words have if I don't breathe them, but swallow them, more caged birds for my stomach? Open my mouth to you, let my words speak feathers to your skin

...hers and mine are the same.

November bloom -
hope despite

dream of us
to meet me there

From the shadows, you are watching me dance in the light, smiling at you, beckoning. You are not coming closer; I understand, it feels safer there. I will also take shelter in the dark, existing but unseen, finding you in words unwritten.

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tiny winged thing
[broken or unbroken]
as breath held soft
within my body
or released to sky
[together or apart]
you are still
my heart

Memories of words that still live, unseen, unheard, but breathing, humming, in fingers, on lips

vines unblushed
clouds falling for us

Entangled in your absence, each day is a petal we didn't slip between pages, each star-thorned night a thigh unkindled by nails; but in this embrace of words, we still feel, you and I.

'We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.'
-Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, In Praise of Shadows

'If you believe in the shadow, you cannot help believing in the light.'
-Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Cogwheels

'Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.'
-Rainer Maria Rilke

'Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.'
-Anaïs Nin

lanterns dark
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows

'Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.'
-Anaïs Nin

Tell me, always; each of your words a touch, leaving your fingerprints on my lips as I read them; you are here, felt to my toes, held in my chest, seen night and day, rippling each breath with your name.

most ardently