Tonight I'm thinking about one quote in particular that she writes to NY152.
"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."
I'm thinking the same thing tonight. I don't want an answer or to ponder too much on it. But I do want some daisies.