Thursday, February 28, 2013

stars and snow : portraits of chloe and the poetry of cummings.

A bouquet of clumsy words:
You know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping?I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
e. e. cummings

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