A lot of times, I don't understand why I do the things I do. One month back, a perfect situation, quick and unfussy - it could so easily have been an "EXIT, stage right" moment. But I chose to linger instead of doing a neat disappearing act; why? The brain said "GO!" and the heart said "go" (perhaps not as emphatically), so what possible remaining part of me spoke up and convinced the rest to stay instead of just go?
I don't think I made any promises I will have to break, though, so I'm still good, I'm still good.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett