When you move forward into discomfort,
into an uncertain future,
into the danger
of new learning,
you are condemning yourself
to change.
When you move forward into discomfort,
into an uncertain future,
into the danger
of new learning,
you are condemning yourself
to change.
the quality of my feelings
determines the quality of my thinking
which determines the taste of my life
– I think?
The pen is an engine for driving words.
Words come wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Words are units of time.
Sentences are sentences
I have been sentenced to write.