is there nothing left to say...
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I had never seen the house before. It had a feeling about it as if it were caught out of time, despite the reality of how things age. Maybe because the world has shaken, and crumbled, and the pieces are still settling.
There's so much I want to say, at least I think I do, but I can't. It took such a long time, at first, to even want to write in this book at all. It has been a long time since I felt like I could write actual feelings in a book, and I suppose things that happen when you're young stick in your head where you can't get them out, because even now I can't help holding things back. It went badly before, but that was just child's troubles really, and seems so innocent in the face of now.
Harry saved me from it. From To him and from myself and he just kept on doing so. I wanted to pay him back somehow, to save him too, but in the end none of us could do that.
I'm not asking you if you're all right, because I already know the answer.
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I had never seen the house before. It had a feeling about it as if it were caught out of time, despite the reality of how things age. Maybe because the world has shaken, and crumbled, and the pieces are still settling.
There's so much I want to say, at least I think I do, but I can't. It took such a long time, at first, to even want to write in this book at all. It has been a long time since I felt like I could write actual feelings in a book, and I suppose things that happen when you're young stick in your head where you can't get them out, because even now I can't help holding things back. It went badly before, but that was just child's troubles really, and seems so innocent in the face of now.
Harry saved me from it. From To him and from myself and he just kept on doing so. I wanted to pay him back somehow, to save him too, but in the end none of us could do that.
I'm not asking you if you're all right, because I already know the answer.