When you find yourself alone, eventually, you will come to me and ask me, WHY.
I wish I had an answer for you.

Friday, July 27, 2012

FREAKING EMILY DICKINSON.

The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,
And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves.
/ Emily Dickinson

During my education,
  It was announced to me
That gravitation, stumbling,
  Fell from an apple tree!
/ Emily Dickinson