The sky runs toward me, laughing like a child

I really don't know clouds at all.
-Joni Mitchell

Image: Found
Title: Yves Bonnefoy, from “The Painter Named Snow”

Both eager and afraid to fall in

That uncrossable gulf between home and away.

-Steve Himmer, excerpt from The Importance of Unwritten Postcards

Image: Jan and Hubert Van Eyck, L’Agneau Mystique (The Ghent Altarpiece), 1432
Title: Rainer Maria Rilke, from Early Journals

Sight

Elsewhere unseen.

Image: Molly Taylor sorts through a pile of eyes, London, 1933

They would rather be trees

There are friendships like circuses, waterfalls, libraries.

-Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister

Image: Érik Desmazières for The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges, 2000
Title: Margaret Atwood, Men With the Heads of Eagles

The word within a word, unable to speak a word

Perhaps the music Schopenhauer had in mind is music eliminated to non-music. A whisper would suffice. Perhaps a sigh of fatigue or resignation, perhaps a moan of despair or sorrow. Perhaps a sound just articulate enough that it could be heard to dissipate.

-Eugene Thacker, Cosmic Pessimism 

Image: Arnold Newman, Violin shop : patterns on table, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1941
Title: T.S. Eliot from the poem, “Gerontion”