I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.
InsurgentAnd looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and LycidasI put the “yes” in eyes. Except when I blink. Blinking is definitely a no action.
So many chairs, and no time to sitThere may be a sucker born every minute, but every 30 seconds a lollipop pops out.
So many chairs, and no time to sit