I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
for the love of words
"I am in love with words. they are doves falling out of the ceiling.They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap. They are the trees, the legs of summer, and the sun, its passionate face.Yet often they fail me. I have so much I want to say, so many stories, images, proverbs, etc. But the words aren't good enough, the wrong ones kiss me. Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren. But I try to take care and be gentle to them. Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair."