4:10 pm

every now and again, something comes by that really speaks to me. it can be a scene in a movie, and phrase in a song... it could even be an advert on the side of a bus. today it was this poem by ee cummings.

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

i think i get too caught up in the little fiddle-y details of now... that i forget about this side of life.