its been a long long time>>
ok,, so i still continue to write in this knowing that probably nobody will read it,, dont care,, just feel like writing,,
thing is,, i dont know what i want to write about,,
ill let e.a.poe work for me,,
alone
from childhood's hour i have not been
as others were--i have not seen
as others saw--i could not bring
my passions from a common spring.
from the same source i have not taken
my sorrow; i could not awaken
my heart to joy at the same tone;
and all i lov'd, i lov'd alone.
then--in my childhood--in the dawn
of a most stormy life--was drawn
from ev'ry depth of good and ill
the mystery which binds me still:
from the torrent, or the fountain,
from the red cliff of the mountain,
from the sun that 'round me roll'd
in its autumn tint of gold--
from the lightning in the sky
as it pass'd me flying by--
from the thunder and the storm,
and the cloud that took the form
(when the rest of heaven was blue)
of a demon in my view.