“I will read long books and the journals of dead writers. I will feel closer to them than I ever felt to people I used to know before I withdrew from the world. It will be sweet and cool this friendship of mine with dead poets, for I won’t have to touch them or answer their questions. They will talk to me and not expect me to answer. And I’ll get sleepy listening to their voices explain the mysteries to me. I’ll fall asleep with the book still in my fingers, and it will rain.”
Talk to Me Like the Rain and Let Me Listen, Tennessee Williams
Sunday, January 20, 2019
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Somewhere Inside
- I keep all of Sophie's drawings.
- The cleaning bug doesn't usually bite me but when it does it is usually all out. I go overboard.
- I love things that touch my heart.
- I love a good heart wrenching book or movie.
- I believe in fairy tales.
- I wish I could let go of all of my insecurities and live completely free.
- I feel like I get on people's nerves.
- I want to be noticed but I don't like attention.
- I have trouble sleeping - too many thoughts and fears.
- Music makes my soul feel free.
- I can be terribly stubborn.
- I can be judgemental
- Mountains make me happy.
- I secretly wish I could afford to focus my energy on some type of art and my family, not a "job".
- I often feel out of place or irrelevant.
- I enjoy detail specific activities.
- Sophie can make me the happiest person in the world and break my heart so completely - all in the same instant.
- Chris can do the same thing.
- I can read a day away.
- Friendships are hard for me.
- Philosophy intrigues me.
- I love Willie Wonka.
- I fear early death.
- I wish my mother could be here.
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