Monday, August 13, 2012

In spite.

Life is an unbelievably unusual creature.
I'm enjoying getting reacquainted with it in a new context.
I'm just being a sponge, taking in everything I can in.

Here is one of my favourite poems.

in spite of everything 
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds

-before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were.

- E.E. Cummings

I want to know and feel everything.

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