I can remember my second year of college. OCD was digesting my brain matter. I was depressed. I was so stressed that I’d make my jaw hurt so bad I’d need to hold a warm washcloth to it just to relax it.
For a class assignment, I re-read this poem.
And I started to sob. It was that beautiful.
(You can read the entire thing here.)
i ♥ e.e. cummings