Just a Little Squinkling |
I'm a 20-something waiting for that moment when I finally feel like an adult. I'm lucky enough to have already found the Place Where I Belong. But I'm still blundering around trying to find the Thing That I'm Meant To Do. This is mostly a collection of things that I've come across out there in the internet world that I found interesting or intriguing or worth talking about. I wanted somewhere I could keep all the images / videos / quotes / ideas that I loved and to pass them on so that others might love them too. If anyone's looking, I hope you find some things on here that spark your interest! |
Every day the body works in the fields of the world
mending a stone wall
or swinging a sickle through the tall grass-
the grass of civics, the grass of money-
and every night the body curls around itself
and listens for the soft bells of sleep.
But the heart is restless and rises
from the body in the middle of the night,
leaves the trapezoidal bedroom
with its thick, pictureless walls
to sit by herself at the kitchen table
and heat some milk in a plan.
The Night House by Billy Collins