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
// Tuesday, May 16
im chasing after a time-racer.
and boy are my legs aching.
i can hardly pick up my momentum,
but whoosh there i go chasing!
my feet sweeps the pages on the floor
like a treadmill, it goes round and round.
im stagnant, but the time-racer's speeding!
and i panic! but question marks was all i found..
so how do i keep up with this time-racer?
the fastest vehicle i've ever seen!
the finishing line is nearing, and i am still lagging,
oh somebody please, chop of my knees!-- yes, im definitely sick of studying.
scripted at 11:56 PM