Found this in a journal of mine from a long time ago and can’t remember what I meant, or why I wrote it:
We were seven thousand feet below when I believed,
And told them ‘please forgive the last thing that you see’
And I took it like a bullet in my throat
That they would never breathe again because of me
All souls on deck for scrutiny
Let them be
All the pain that they have caused is void to me
I think you wonder just as much as I do.
Softly came the fair young queen
O’er the mountain, dale and dell;
And where her golden light was seen
An emerald shadow fell.
The good wife opened the window wide,
The good man spanned his plough;
‘Tis time to run, ‘tis time to ride,
For Spring is with us now.
—Charles Godfrey Leland
Topics of the day, raw egg over pizza in Europe, East of Eden, environmental hazards, Egypt, Vermeer, Atlantis…
Why can’t every day have interesting conversations like these.