The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
Excerpt
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an early morning
white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau
Not her
he did not choose her
Away
she turned away
Fly
fly away my friend
Lately
strawberries every day
outside dinners and glasses of wine
summer rain, again and again
long evening walks, admiring lush gardens
the sweetest little ice cream truck
Night
the impending night kisses everything in a violent rush
Lyrics
Now this drifter’s world goes ‘round and ‘round
And I doubt that it’s ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I’ve lost or found
And all that I ain’t got
I still need to lean to
Somebody I can sing to
Lyrics from the song Please Come to Boston by Dave Loggins, 1974
Found
sometimes it’s not so much what is lost,
as what can be found
Lines from a non-existent novel: 2
Indifference can make you feel small, it can render you invisible, as you question the tender essence of yourself and the preservation of what used to be your young and wild spirit.
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