words have become scarce in the wake of indolence. allow me to borrow, then, those of ee cummings in the hopes that tomorrow the world will once again give me a reason to write. enjoy.
who knows if the moon's
who knows if the moon's
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
2 comments:
That man can easily make me swoon. Any time. Tagos-kaluluwa.
Oh, this is so beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Btw, I found your site via _soulless_. Will come and visit again for sure.
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