a bit boyish and a little undone
you know I’ve been thinking about how I don’t dream anymore. and it isn’t anything to do with not enjoying my life situation. There were a number of improvements I applied to my life in the past year and a half or so that I’m pretty happy about. But in general, I still feel pretty….well, lacking in feeling.
I mean, there might be one or two things here and there that make me smile, like walking down the street one sunny morning or the especially friendly door man at the school bookstore. But mostly I still wonder what the point of this is.
You know how they say youth is wasted on the young, well, for me, it’s true. I just want to be an old person.
from The Book of Hardy Flowers, 1915.
dunno what is, looks like poppies. Those are my favorite