At some point I think I have to realize that becoming this person will have to be because I want to, not because I want to be what I think you want.....
I'm really just tired... So tired.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. -W.B. Yeats