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.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Considering
Don't think it's going to work out. Too much else to live for, far beyond a saddened heart. So much more opportunity out there. My heart: Not the one.
Responsibility. Dedication. Not evident, not ever.
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.
