Upon Night and Day
"I find that my nights are alight with my vices,
and when I awaken the mourning begins"
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity." -William Butler Yeats
1 Comments:
but but...at least no one slept next to you to witness such a scary site... =p
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