feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-e.e. cummings

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You know, I think it might be a blessing in disguise that I am so governed by my emotions. I'm sometimes so overwhelmed that I get depressed, anxious, despairing, dramatic, bulimic, whatever -- but isn't that something that, if I could harness it, could be a powerful gift? Couldn't I write again, write for real, write well? I miss being able to put those feelings into poems instead of behaviors. They're much nicer that way, and much more contained.