wretched
To those who so rarely but faithfully all the same, read this post... i am sick. very sick. And my roommate won't let me practice. Somewhere there is a flutist practicing with a fever when i with a fever of my own have not deigned to dig deep into the fibers of my will and practice anyway.
“The pupil dilates in the night, and at last finds day in it, even as the soul dilates in misfortune, and at last finds God in it.”- 1255 Les Miserables
“The pupil dilates in the night, and at last finds day in it, even as the soul dilates in misfortune, and at last finds God in it.”- 1255 Les Miserables