Inquisitive, incorrigible explorer, seeking out the new and different with khaki suit and butterfly net...
When I climbed the top deck, the morning sun-lit you, streaked through dirty windows, and you were unabashed; insanely beautiful....
You say: "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" And you claim these words as your own But I've read well, and I've heard them said A hundred times, maybe less, maybe more If you must write...
There are trite things, minutiae, the real detritus of life, that existed, unthinkingly, elemental to a full, sophisticated existence, bought with old money in the world of my parents, things handed...
We're all together and we're all alone on the nightbus..
we are testament to our generation, as we will the sun down, we will down the sun, in this era in flux. we are held to the light, but walk in to shadows; hold shadows and walk like we are light.
We can die if all we've done is love..
The stars are belligerent and they don't care a jot for you and I. How dare they..
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there is nothing to not be amazed at..
words by the tallest man on earth. Well I walk upon the river like it's easier than land. Evil's in my pocket and your will is in my hand. Oh, your will is in my hand.
"most men will not swim before they are able to" They are made for life, not for thought.
Mellifluous, gracious Light fittings dancing in the breeze; 60 watts warming erratically, Oscillating, a vacant room tasting of carbon.