"But in the end, the most important thing to accept is that no matter how alone you feel, how painful it may be, with the help of those around you, you will get through this too."
Many a year was IPerched out upon the seaThe waves would wash my tears,The wind, my memoryI’d hear the ocean breatheExhale upon the shoreI knew the tempest’s bloodIts wrath I would endureAnd so the years went byWithin my rocky cellWith only a mouse or birdMy friend; I loved them wellAnd so it came to passI’d come here to RomaniAnd many a year it tookTill I arrived here with theeOn dusty roads I walkedAnd over mountains highThrough rivers running deepBeneath the endless skyBeneath these jasmine flowersAmidst these cypress treesI give you now my booksAnd all their mysteriesNow take the hourglassAnd turn it on its headFor when the sands are still'Tis then you'll find me deadO light the candle, JohnThe daylight is almost goneThe birds have sung their lastThe bells call all to mass
Hello everyone, and hello tumblr! From this point on, I will be posting little things here and there, hopefully to embody the summer before my College years, and then on!
If you happen upon this, thanks for looking, and I hope, if all of this does not leave with you with a thought or two, perhaps some visual enjoyment! Thanks again!