Ocupation: Writer
Life: June 27, 1869 - May 14, 1940
Birthday: June 27
Death: May 14
Sure, nothing succeeds like success. Fact is, dearest, we are fools. We cling to an ideal no one wants or cares about. I am the greater fool of the two of us. I go on eating out my heart and poisoning every moment of my life in the attempt to rouse people's sensibilities. At least if I could do it with closed eyes. The irony is I see the futility of my efforts and yet I can't let go.
topic: Letting Go, Eye, Heart, Closed Eyes, Can't Let Go, Eating Out