[we] who never were the point, but still delight in being the sole narrators, upstarts of the dawn
some things that make me happy are light the way it hit the academic quad today at 5:3o, that surreal sort of light that glows green on the grass and paints the shadows almost violet, the sort of light that glows gold not on faces but just around them, gilding the very edges of faces thrown in purple silhouette; and people, a few of whom are something near genuinely good; and Poetry, which is an art that wants me, a living art that elludes and mystifies; and Drawing, which is an art that I want and one that captivates me.
some things that make me sad are my body breaking down; and the fact that I am kinder when I can't speak; and that it is rare to cross paths with genuine goodness that doesn't destroy or take for its own; and that the world makes it hard for people to show love - we make it hard, I make it hard.
spiritually, though, I think I feel pretty sound.
some things that make me sad are my body breaking down; and the fact that I am kinder when I can't speak; and that it is rare to cross paths with genuine goodness that doesn't destroy or take for its own; and that the world makes it hard for people to show love - we make it hard, I make it hard.
spiritually, though, I think I feel pretty sound.