One Art (by Elizabeth Bishop)
The art of losing isn't hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, ornext-to-last, of three loved houses went.The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gestureI love) I shan't have lied. It's evidentthe art of losing's not too hard to masterthough it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
I carry your heart with me ( by E.E. Cummings )
I carry your heart with me (I carry it inMy heart) I am never without it (anywhereI go you go, my dear; and whatever is doneBy only me is your doing, my darling)
I fearNo fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I wantNo world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)And it's you are whatever a moon has always meantAnd whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the budAnd the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growsHigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
I enjoy watching movies alone (not feeling lonely at all.) I watched this movie "In Her Shoes" this morning.
It's an inspiring movie although it was produced sometime ago. The strong connection between the two sisters is kind of strange but still sweet.
They hate each other sometimes but they just can't walk away from each other.
Sisters are wonderful, and thank God, I have three. To my dearest sisters- you are my best friends.