When I was small I was reprimanded for being thoughtless. I was counseled to think twice before taking steps or saying things and was overall discarded as a child without the potential to think things through. Things have changed now. Somehow. Now I think too much. And that's a bad thing too. My inability to let things be and to take things as they come is proving to be quite a hindrance in me being able to maintain some semblance of mental peace. In fact this inability is making me think a lot more!
It's stupid. I can't remember the last time I was sure.
It's stupid. I can't remember the last time I was sure.
A fanTAStic Neruda poem. I wonder if it is about his mother, who died soon after giving birth to him, or one of his lovers...
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