02 July 2012 Monday
“I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”
I guess that this is where we’ve come to
… on the right track, yea but I was on the wrong train
… you proved to me unintentionally that you would self-destruct eventually
they sleep with hornets and they wonder why they wake up stung
...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