An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects
e. e. cummingsthe other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of somebody who’s trying not to laugh at somebody who’s trying not to cry
e. e. cummingsIn just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee
e. e. cummings