knowest thou of my proclivities for the perverted and the asinine. "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate." knowest thou of my struggles to reclaim the third sphere of heaven. i await thee.
Friday, January 5, 2007
The north wind is against me. He doesn't try entice me with wanderlust, the desire to start anew leaving everything behind. Maybe my destiny is to grow roots, to scatter seeds from the comfort of my garden, to seek joy from my environment. And yet, my soul is uneasy...