For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left inside on that starry starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. I could have told you Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry Starry night, portraits hang in empty halls, frameless heads on nameless walls, with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, the silver thorn of bloody rose lay crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free. They wouldn't listen and did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.

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📸 Kelly J. Rebar
National Geographic Nature

Gabor Maté is 80 jaar en geeft na dit optreden gisteravond vandaag de hele dag een workshop aan trauma professionals…

I wanna be like him when I am 80 yrs old! 💗