I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova

Friday, March 18, 2005

Sleep is overrated. Cold medicine is wonnnnnderful. Coffee shops are great. Hobsbawm would be my future husband but I refuse to be Katie Hobsbawm...that's just unfortunate. I love it when things that aren't technically funny are really really funny--case in point...shades...hillarious right now...I'd blame it on the cold medications but it's equally as likely to just be my rando mood. Spring Break is going to be...interesting. I'm going to get a ton done and kick but when I get back to school. Might as well get it all done when you're snowed in (yeah, you read that right--we've got like 5 inches of snow here in MN) and have time to play and forget about it all when it's nice out and I'm back in Mad City w/ all my fun people! Miss ya'll.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home