‘Difficult’ and ‘impossible’ are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common.
Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
they sleep with hornets and they wonder why they wake up stung
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