i'm finally done with this stupid institution. oddly, i'm in a crummy mood. i already miss anna and she's only sleeping in the next room. plus, i'm in some pretty bad pain which i haven't experienced since my surgery. i'm hoping it will just go away. i'm not sure what to do if it doesn't.
poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. but, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. - t.s. eliot
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