"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Take a pen And cross out my thoughts
Take away all that are not Holy
Take my voice And make me mute If I can not speak Things that are lovely
Break me But build me again And again And again
I'm getting used to living with this broken heart But if I had to ask once more
I would ask for someone to love Somewhere to rest A solace until I am free