The only thing worse than being incompetent,
or being unkind or being evil, is being indecisive.
Poetry doesn’t belong to those who write.
It belongs to those who need it.
It’s like, when you don’t know someone, they’re more interesting.
They can be anything you want them to be.
We crave the mistery
because there is none left.
This must be the station they told me about, with the funny name.
Not the station where the train stopped, but the station where the station stopped.
