sillynobleman

Never thought the sound of my keys could be such a constant, visceral reminder of how my life has changed. I gave back her car keys today.

On another note, I hope my friend WendySuicide is doing well in Israel. She hasn't posted in quite some time, so I hope she's off doing great things!



To dream once more I close my willing eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise!
Alas, no more - methinks we wand'ring go
Through dreary wastes, to reap each other's woe,
Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies;
Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise.
I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find,
And wake to all the griefs I left behind.
. . ."
Alexander Pope, 1717, Eloisa to Abelard