Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming there under,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
- William Morris
// Monday, December 5
everything's crashing down.. my head's spinning from all the thoughts running through my head. everything's going from right to wrong.. my frustrations engulfing me.. getting the better hold of me. and now i can't even dance for passion, freedom.. im bound.. inside. and outside.. somebody help me please..
scripted at 12:48 AM