the art of losing

Hi everyone :)

Hi everyone :)

Hi everyone :)

I have long stopped asking why the mad do mad things.

It is time the stone made an effort to flower, time unrest had a beating heart. It is time it were time. It is time.

The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, ‘What’s wrong?’ You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, ‘What do you mean?’ You say, ‘Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?’ And he’ll look stunned and say, ‘How did you know? He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.

You may forget but Let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

So when my straight friend asks me why there is no straight pride parade I tell her “You can’t be proud of something you’ve never had to fight for”