another day
I recently read "the bell jar" by sylvia plath, i had to read it over the course of a few weeks because of its deeply depressing nature. i could see myself in the girl, but perhaps, everyone can see themselves in that girl. i don't really know if it is just me or not. finals are this week, and i'll be glad to be done with this semester. it's been long and trying. i'm ready to be done.
i am going home now. it's been too long of a day. saw... stuff happens. a political drama. very... interesting.
Metaphors by Sylvia Plath
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.