I know what pensive means. I am a pensive person. I sit around some days with a pensive look on my face, sometimes I’m so pensive it hurts. My eyebrows are stuck in a crunching frown. My head aches from the pressure. But I still love it as a word, as an emotion, as a lifestyle.
“While pensive poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.”
The act of being pensive…
“In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter