02 July 2012 Monday
“I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
There is no point in going unless we get what we came for.
......you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
“I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
by Billy Collins
I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a bookmark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
who wrote “Don’t be a ninny”
alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.
[00:43]: birds don’t put boundaries on their happiness
[00:43]: and you shouldn’t either