By Alice Meynell

I MUST not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
I shun the love that lurks in all delight--
The love of thee--and in the blue heaven's height,
And in the dearest passage of a song.
Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng
This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright;
But it must never, never come in sight;
I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
But when sleep comes to close each difficult day,
When night gives pause to the long watch I keep,
And all my bonds I needs must loose apart,
Must doff my will as raiment laid away,--
With the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart.


There isn't a day that goes by where you're not on my mind. i keep you with me at all times. the distance is simply painful.


Splendor in the grass

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind...

for the first time in a long time i have a sense of hope. the future still terrifies me, but the past is done, and all i have left is to look forward and hope that its better than before. Preferably more balanced, happier and productive.


does your time melt away?

what if you were afforded the opportunity of all the time you need and the forced solitude necessary for contemplating your life and understanding what you've done. would it drive you crazy? or would you make yourself a better person? could you teach yourself new things? or would you turn into a vegetable, unable to perform the most simple of tasks?