Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.
Where you’ve nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.
Metaphors be with you…..
You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.”
— Jamie Tworkowski
The term comes from the Latin cento, a cloak made of patches; and that from the Greek κέντρων (gen. κέντρωνος). The Roman soldiers used these centones, or old stuffs patched over each other, to guard themselves from the strokes of their enemies. Others say, that centos were probably used for the patches of leather, etc., with which their galleries or screens, called vineae, were covered; under which the besiegers made their approaches towards any place. Hence centonarii, the people whose business was to prepare these centos.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.