To one who has been long in city pent - John Keats

To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven,- to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Who is more happy, when, with hearts content,
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
And gentle tale of love and languishment?
Returning home at evening, with an ear
Catching the notes of Philomel,- an eye
Watching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career,
He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.

My day "to be"

Roommate interview tonight...
Nervous
Uncertain
I hope I don't lose my temper...
Amanda
Abandoned
So much more reading to do...
Knowledgeable
Tested
Food with good friends...
Delicious
Messy

She told me fear is the heart of love...

I still miss who we were
How it was so easy to be us
We really were the special two
Things changed so quickly
And without even noticing
We became two different people
The distance had caught up to us
Talking became a hassle
And communication was even worse
Tempers got out of hand
Confusion the key ingredient
There was no turning back

I’ve got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat

I don't want to fall into insomniatic habbits once again.
School always manages to turn me into a zombie.
So much so, I often don't want to be around myself
And I really don't know why other people would want to either.
I'm going to have to find motivation somewhere in my being
If I plan on making it through these next few hot summer months.

It's been in the 100's for the last two weeks
I'm practically a marshmallow ready for the roast
And there's no relief in sight.
The heat will take your breath away
And squinting will rarely improve your vision.
I would literally pay money for a cloudy day
Or even a raindrop or two.

For tonight I'm caught up on life
But I won't have much of a weekend.
Between homework, tidying, and begging
One or two more people to live with me
I'm swamped.

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"