people are half-alive, hungry for any form of spiritual experience

So she said she would buy the flowers herself

and she would avoid unnecessary niceties.

the people wouldn't mind anyway.

i haven't been sad for some time (which is an achievement in itself), but why now?

and he tries to say something new

but everything ends up sounding the same.

it's much like the dead geraniums in every neighbour's hand.

so maybe i don't understand modernism, but they didn't know they were living it, right?

so worry about your predestination

and what your god has to say about your life.

we all end up in the ground again one day.

i'll stop hoping for a better grade if they stop making it so hard.

#poetry #modernism #t.s eliot #woolf