Friday, February 28, 1992

Unsocial butterfly

Yep, I'm an INFJ — an antisocial butterfly and the most hugging, loving people-hater you'll ever meet.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, February 19, 1992

Sunday, February 16, 1992

Overboard poet

Poetry tosses my pen across
the vast tumbling seas of self,
intermittent sunshine glistening
off the spilt ink,—
storms breaking ideas & words
that sink then emerge
and sink again.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, February 6, 1992

Brake, pedal

Sometimes you just gotta roll with the changes, or get run over by the future.

—Terri Guillemets

[A few years later, stumbled upon this: “Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.” —Dwight D. Eisenhower]