How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
My Heart
It's funny how my heart aches, yet dances in celebration at the same time. I'm not sure of what the future holds, and to be honest, I'm somewhat afraid of it. I wonder if I'm just scared of holding on to what could become dear...
Nothing that belonged to it exists any more. He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
