I am tired yet to say, however I am astonished by the graceful sun rays that blind my eyes from its roaring beauty.
I may feel pain, though I feel free as the wind rolling to and fro.
I want a better night slumber, although I want every day to be the same for me to rise from my coma to walk past the rest of the tragedy, melancholy life's influencing me to do bad as I do good.
I am, I feel, I want.
TO MRS. JACOBS <3 <3 <3