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.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Life
Cold, oh so cold. Focused, ready steady go. Hurting, watching the pain go bye. Helpless, trying to take to control. Peace, searching beyond. Forgetting, indeed overcome me. Darkness, oh yes my 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.
