“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.”
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge
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life is messy,
tricky,
sticky.
…………………………….seize the moment,
…………………………….day,
…………………………….the breeze.
hope is only one heart
-beat away.
…………………………….fear is a fragile,
…………………………….………fatal flaw.
you can
(maybe, almost) (sort of)
do it.
…………………………….rah.
…………………………….rah.
…………………………….rah.
blah.
blah.
blah.
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In April we poem. On post-its.
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