Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying "What I do is me: for that I came."
~G.M. Hopkins
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Watercolours
I want to write about sadness
about falling inside – never sensing bottom
about cold numbness comforting and beckoning
sleep that calls tugs gently on my hair pulls it down
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