Who am I?
So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.
*ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
~ Emily Dickinson
How to stop time: kiss.
How to travel in time: read.
How to escape time: music.
How to feel time: write.
How to release time: breathe.
Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive