How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it’s so slow and sweet and everlasting.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping I must most perfectly resemble them —
Thoughts gone dim.