and the flowers pick themselves

these are some favourite words for my favourite person.

lately i've been spending a lot of time writing facts. (Ug. The life of a journalism student!) It's only about true observations.  things that are to the point. sentences that don't ramble and that start with the subject. (I HATE starting a sentence with the subject by-the-by!) So... yea. This post is about remembering how good it feels to just read words sometimes. and  not really know for certain where they're gonna take you. THEN

who knows if the moon’s a baloon, coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should

get into it,if they should take me and take you into their baloon, why then we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody’s ever visited,where

always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves - e.e. cummings