"If all else perished, and (s)he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and (s)he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it."

I found myself reading Bronte's collection Wuthering Heights which is a fantastic collection of art. Her poems are written so soft and you really get the feeling that is desired to be expressed throughout the poems and felt by its reader.

Wuthering Heights, an incredible collection and highly recommended to the special interested.

Deeper Thought #3

I tell myself to skip a heartbeat, then another one. I feel every little tread of braincell in concentrated tension, every pore opening wide with little drops of sweat. The hair in the back of my neck rising and a stream of blood rushes through my head as my heart catches up on the lost beats. I read the fear in your eyes and can see where his lightning stroke as thunder still is howling from your chest. I felt the wave of tears long before they hit you and embraced, as to catch the pieces of you before they crashed to the ground. You gasped for air I gasped for peace, forcing my blood back to the vain as I tuck my arms around you.
Hate is what I feel. Fear is what you feel.

March 3rd 2007

"I'm inflicted with pain and a constant feeling of realization she's never coming back. Even the words feels hollow and with no meaning. I love her"