Jan 14, 2008 22:24
Oh one day how would I love to write like E.E. Cummings. The subject comes from the poem "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond". It is one of my favorite poems ever and it makes me cry to read it, that part above moves me. To love someone enough to mean that is just so pure and honest and true.
Anyways, I'm struggling with some things in my life right now(so I read sad poems while I'm sad, sue me, crying sometimes is nice), and I hope that I can get over these things soon here, and I am in the process of working on a few of them actually, but some days are just so frustrating. However, I have really been blessed with some wonderful friends that make my days so much better, and family that really cares for me as well. So I'm just going to hold onto that and the fact that WE GET PAID TOMORROW!!! No more indebted to feelings to folks. Oh and to end this entry I will go back to E.E. Cummings poem and how it ends:
"i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"
Here's to better happy tomorrows!
Manda