Occupation: Poet Birth: June 13, 1888 Death: November 30, 1935
Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are..
It's been a long time since I've been me..
I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by ….
Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world..