French poet.
Born September 7th, 1895 in Lorient. [ref]
Died January 6th, 1919 at 23 years old in Nantes (drug overdose). [ref]
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner