"The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes. And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and the empty skies, my love, to the dark and the empty skies. "
Sunday, January 14, 2007
"i'm cold..."
...usually translates to "i'm naked" when juliet is in her crib. alas, her tiny voice just came through the monitor in my room. andy said, "she's what? she's cold...uh oh." and of course, she had taken her feety pajams off. she is nuts.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
― Sylvia Plath
