Motd
Unorganized, but beautiful
An incessant plea
A testomonony of suffering
And of happiness
Weaved as I pick my way through life.
Abrupt, uncontrolled, incomprehencable, random, and raw.
Funny. Me.
“I may disagree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”
- Voltaire
All my friends found their people
And so I find myself
Alone.
I stare at your hair
Wishing somehow
I could be enough
I feel life for the very first time
Love in my arms
The sun in my eyes
I feel safe in the 5am light
You carry my fears
As the heavens set fire
- Oh wonder
He would write beautiful code, code written just because it could be done, rather than to solve a particular problem. He wrote code because it was fun, and the code was justified by its own existence.
Eleanor McHugh, ona _why