For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.

"Little Gidding" by T.S. Eliot (ps. goodbye 2008, hello 2009).

Am I too old for this now? Perhaps.

But it's always good fun going back and reading old entries...for old times sake. And by "good fun" I really mean "very embarrassing."

"i carry your heart with me" by ee cummings ( Read more... )