Not going private after all.
I just get a little paranoid sometimes.
But I'd rather leave it open.
mmkay.
Tuesday
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love after love
The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...
Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...
Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott
bring it on back
and i am telling you..
i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.
2 comments:
I'm glad. Private kinda bugs. I mean if you're young still I guess i get it...but blogging is blogging. And if you want to share and get new readers then private bugs. Just my opinion
Yeah, private blogs definitely irritate me too! I just realized that even if I changed my name and didn't deliberatly post personal information, the things I like to write about tend to illustrate exactly who I am -- especially to a creeper who knows what to look for! They could easily deduce where I go to school, what I'm doing at specific times of day, sheesh, what me and my family look like.
And.. I had just watched the strangers, so I was really just grossed out! haha.
The end.
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