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.
Monday, September 19, 2005
UPDATE: People are retarded. Bastards.
No words can describe this one. If I wrap my mind around it, it starts to hurt. I cannot comprehend.
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.
