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My two homes

New York

California

Here and There

The words of others

i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)i am never 
without it(anywhere i go you go,
my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,
my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you
are my world,my true)and it's you are
whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will
always sing is you

here is the deepest secret
nobody knows(here is the root
of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky
of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul
can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder
that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart
(i carry it in my heart)
- ee cummings

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth
and breadth and height
My soul can reach,
when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being
and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level
of everyday's
Most quiet need,
by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely,
as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely,
as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with
the passion put to use
In my old griefs,
and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love
I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,
-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee
better after death.

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
Sonnet 43

In literature as in love,
we are astonished
at what is chosen
by others.
- Andre Maurois
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There is always some
madness in love.
But there is also always
some reason in madness.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

From Here to There to Eternity

I really like fresh-baked bread. It makes me giddy.
My bite is bigger than my bark.
I am the epitome of imperfection.
I live my life not in the eye of the storm,
but in that place to the left where all hell breaks loose.
My philosophers are poets.
My truth may be fiction.
I dislike the ordinary.

I pray before I go to sleep.

I never make my bed.