Thursday, April 8, 2010

"Don't need no roads, in fact they follow me."

I've never felt the need to fully plan and map out my life. I live on winded paths, filled with plenty of sharp turns and dead ends. However, I won't allow myself to worry. One day I'll know what I have to know. For now, I am content and like Plath, I'd be a fool to ask for more.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.... Sylvia Plath

Misguided Ghosts - Paramore

"Well now I'm told that this is life and pain is just a simple compromise. So we can get what we want out of it."

Boston awaits,

R.D

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