these are some favourite words for my favourite person.
lately i’ve been spending a lot of time writing facts. (Ug. The life of a journalism student!) It’s only about true observations. things that are to the point. sentences that don’t ramble and that start with the subject. (I HATE starting a sentence with the subject by-the-by!)
So… yea. This post is about remembering how good it feels to just read words sometimes. and not really know for certain where they’re gonna take you.
who knows if the moon’s
a baloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their baloon,
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick themselves
– e.e. cummings