Emily Dickinson, Poem #124 ("Safe in their Alabaster Chambers")
What happens when you make your life all about safety? Especially in a world where there is none, where diadems drop every moment? You miss out. You live in hope--and miss the grand arc of time swirling above you.
Emily Dickinson, Poem #124 ("Safe in their Alabaster Chambers")
What happens when you make your life all about safety? Especially in a world where there is none, where diadems drop every moment? You miss out. You live in hope--and miss the grand arc of time swirling above you.