it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.
Music: what so many sentences aspire to be.
I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm going to drown in the shimmering miles of it.
Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly
I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.