Thursday, May 19, 2011
"maggy and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
its always ourselves we find in the sea "
- e.e. cummings
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
You're like a rock that keeps on rolling; always soothing to your own beat. Through the deepest pits of the valley you roll unimaginably so. All the other rocks aspire to be you. They watch you from afar, and are, at many times (including myself) taken back by your kindness, loveliness-it is all so contagious. Every time those dark and downward paths cross your way, I've never seen you not able to roll yourself back up... and that is something that I've learned many other rocks cannot do. Only the strongest of the bunch. Only the best. Only you.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Here is the end of my small journey. The journey that seemed never ending at times, but did. The last long stretch towards the end of spring and college responsibilities. I can see the light of summer, but I must get through these last few days of somehow finding the focus and strength to pull through. Get it together. The end is near. The end is near. A new chapter begins.