that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net.
They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”
I like old movies, running, French wine, beaches, black coffee, ponytails, boots, bangs, uncontrollable laughter, soul hooks, architecture, ambiguity, diaries, dirty limericks, drunken dancing, long conversations, learning new things, little animals, and the silence of snowfall.
I believe that it is the duty of the strong to protect the weak.
I believe that manners are important because society is fragile.
I believe in the value of hard work. I love my job, so that helps.
I touch my lips when thinking.
I do a pretty sweet impression of a T-Rex trying to make a bed.
I'm equally comfortable with trashy TV and Herzog films.
I've been through some shit. I know who I am and what I want.