“My honor is dearer to me than my life.”
– Cervantes: Don Quixote, 1604
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Anaïs Nin
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anaïs Nin
I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper
I have stacks of unused paper
Like the untouched dreams in my head
We all have the forks in our roads
But often take the easier path instead
So many distractions in my way
To give in to them would leave me mundane
I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence
I’d much rather push the envelope & become insane
The results always lead to the same ending
We’ll all wander into death before we’re through
I don’t want to take a straight line to get there
I hope to zig, all the while forever holding onto you
I’m A Guy
Just because I’m a guy
Doesn’t mean I have it made
I’m not sipping Mai Tai’s
Naked in the shade
Burdened by responsibility
With no time for hesitation
Society & a Darwinistic slant
Death by expectation
