Oh, Science Cat, you are a beacon of knowledge…
We had a wicker couch.
And I have some great memories on a wooden roller coaster.
Happy.
It’s time. (by getupaustralia)
“I wanted to touch him. To tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him.”
I get a little bit closer…
Feeling a little crazy. and a little “why not?”
Feeling like going for something bigger than me.
And I like that feeling.
We’re all worth something.
I know it.
Letting Go
After great pain a formal feeling comes—
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions—was it He that bore?
And yesterday—or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow—
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions—was it He that bore?
And yesterday—or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.
This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow—
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.
