e.e. cummings.

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

- e.e. cummings.

is who you are now
who you want to be now

Hell

“The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis”

-Dante Alighieri
(Italian Florentine Poet)

How Many....

Where I'll Begin

You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

-Charles Bukowski