How to put it in words...

Some kind of a diary... I guess.

Sharing Poetry: Lewis Carroll, "Dreamland"

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When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.

Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.

The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft…

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via bookmania)

“A bed of moss was granted, she laid down with a sigh, Embraced by the green blankets she kissed the world goodbye.”

“A bed of moss was granted,
she laid down with a sigh,
Embraced by the green blankets
she kissed the world goodbye.”

I’m silent nowadays. Listening more than talking…

Still…

I’m still alive.

But I don’t wanna say anything.

And then…

I suddenly don’t have any time to write! From a very slow and easy ten weeks to a whole reverse one. We have lots of stuff to read.

Good. However, this is the second week and i am already behind!…

Now back to the Canterbury Tales!

Internet

In late 90s everyone loved internet for who they could be in it. I loved it for letting me be myself.

I miss somethings… I miss people I could talk to.

It was my mistake to be so lost though. I was always so lost in my reality. Now I want to be found, I want to find. Where are you?

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

—Albert Camus