"The Wishing Well"

[pandora_blue]

Sometimes I feel as though there's this hidden country inside me, a landscape that's going to remain forever unexplored because I can't make a normal connection with another human being, with someone who might map it out for me. It's my land, it belongs to me, but I'm denied access to it. The only way I could ever see it is through the eyes of someone outside this body of mine, through the eyes of someone who loves me.
I think we all have these secret landscapes inside us, but I don't think that anybody else ever thinks about them. all I know is that no one visits mine. And when I'm with other people, I don't know how to visit theirs.
~Charles deLint

You don't show much these days,
It gets so fucking cold,
I loved your secret places,
but I can't go anymore
~Tori Amos

Both of these excerpts touch something inside of me. A longing that I can't quite place. I'm not sure if it will ever be fulfilled, or if I even want it to.

Thanks Deb, for lending Nikki the deLint book that I am reading now, so that I could find that quote.