HOW I GOT HERE






Before you act, listen.
Before you react, think.
Before you spend, earn.
Before you criticize, wait.
Before you pray, forgive.
Before you quit, try."
-E.Hemingway

HOVER CLOSELY








"Someone once asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue. The flowers sprouting from your mouth the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers; the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage."


EVERYTHING EXCEPT LOVE


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now what were motionless move
(exists no miracle mightier than this:to feel)
...tomorrow and yesterday and everything except love 

THE PERFECT PLACES OF SLEEP




"You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea."

e.e. cummings

NO PARENTHESIS




"since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis"


TIME GOES ON WITHOUT YOU

"You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by."

just when i start to get comfortable with the way things go, another day passes and the things we know will never really be the same. especially in light of the fact that time waits for no man. a new day comes, it moves, and we follow.