Ocupation: Poet
Life: June 23, 1889 - March 5, 1966
Birthday: June 23
Death: March 5
The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.
topic: Stars, Butterfly, Eye, Exclamation Marks