Mar 2012
Here I am.
There's what I know and
where I've been but it doesn't
seem to matter here. Somewhere
In this I cease to exist, in and out
of dreams and reality. All I want to say
are words of milk and honey
that somehow glisten gold, if only
for you to listen. If only I could
wield a beckoning pen and somehow
let you see the story of my soul.
There's what I know and
where I've been but it doesn't
seem to matter here. Somewhere
In this I cease to exist, in and out
of dreams and reality. All I want to say
are words of milk and honey
that somehow glisten gold, if only
for you to listen. If only I could
wield a beckoning pen and somehow
let you see the story of my soul.
'I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.'
- Emily Brontë
- Emily Brontë
