Sunday, July 13, 2014
Though I hate to acknowledge/these things take time/They cannot be rushed/or fast-forwarded/or ambushed into action/(which is what I'd prefer they do)/Perhaps for now we can sit/Walk the lake/Hope for good things for people who are not ourselves/And maybe "3rd times the charm,"/or 4th/or 5th/or maybe no charms/Just a peace and hope for what is to come/But still trying to be okay with the quiet,/the sadness,/the humility of solitude.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
This didn't leave me with much. Sometimes we don't know what we want until we don't get it. It's like meeting someone for the first time after hearing their voice on the phone--before you met them you'd have said you had no particular image of them; afterward, you inevitably say you imagined them looking different. - Sloane Crosley