Fond of stories, she recites, “There was a man who needed to see things to believe in them, so he lived without beautiful ideas in an ugly house, trying to count love on his fingers.”
"I was those seeds, I am this meat This meat hates pain, this meat must eat This meat must sleep, this meat must dream This meat must laugh, this meat must scream But when, as meat, it's had its fill Please plant it as a Daffodil."
0 comments:
Post a Comment