Let’s not think on sad things. I think the world is sad, therefore I am. The smile of a child. Remember making mud pies – cool soil under pink fingernails? When dirt was dirt? And not a symbol for the grime of regret? When you feel like scowling, then scowl. All the more inviting your next smile will be. Contrasts cannot be ignored – that’s what either/or neither/nor are for. Think of sad things – but don’t dwell. There are enough caves of tears dripping with loneliness. Caves are hidden things. Climb a tree. Trees hold you even when you grow heavy, and they keep on growing despite. Trees are strong things. Even when they’ve lost all their leaves.
Regarding Me.
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