it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. i hope you see things that startle you. i hope you feel things you never felt before. i hope you meet new people. i hope you live a life you're proud of.
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (from Starlings in Winter - a poem by Mary Oliver)
A thousand dreams within me softly burn. - Arthur Rimbaud, noted french poet who was homosexual and who wrote most of his extraordinary work before the age of He was the lover of the symbolist poet Paul Verlaine on and off for several years
ambedo (n.) a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details - raindrops skittering down a window, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee - which leads to a dawning awareness the haunting fragility of life.