Ocupation: Poet
Life: October 14, 1894 - September 3, 1962
Birthday: October 14
Death: September 3
A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you're still dreaming but it's slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn't always say 'just wondering' when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there's a hell of a good universe next door, let's go.
topic: Dream, Stars, Real, Clumsy