Half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time.
We both have a lot of growing-up to do. . . A lot of the world to see & figure out on our own. " -- Leo
You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.
Love and friendship. They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them.
. . . love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.
The worst is when someone in your past trumps the person in your present, and you think to yourself: if I'd known this, then maybe I wouldn't have let him go.
I write about relationships and I try to create real-life characters.
Koranic teaching still insists that the sun moves around the earth. How can we advance when they teach things like that?
I think of poetry as a very inclusive term. Still, it's interesting that people want to make the distinction. I love the magazine Double Room for that reason (contributors have to write about their ideas on the prose poemflash fiction).
Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves.
I don't like a lot of the stuff that goes on in the art world, but it's hard to be old and like what goes on around you.