April 2010
4 posts
Speak your troubles she's not scared soft like...
Mad Girl’s Love Song, Sylvia Plath
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.) ...
“She was half asleep. There was an expression of dreaming on her face. I hated to...”
– Richard Brautigan
don't be shy you learn to fly and see the sun when...
