If there were no music, would I daydream? If there were no songs, would my heart break? If there were no lyric, would it be easier to settle?
I can't always do this, adding imaginary actions to real people, then becoming disappointed when they don't live up to my expectations. Little Swallow is right, in such matters, it is better to just let things be. I have to focus on reality, and not get carried away...
October 13th. Let this be the beginning...
Sleeping early almost always means getting up early, and sure enough, I was up at 6:30 this morning. I have noticed that writing is the one thing I cannot do when my brain is fried. So I revised Chun Tao at 7:00 am and believe progress was made. I truly want to do her justice.
I did Amazing Grace justice! yeah!
The pressure is ON!
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From the Misery of Don Joost
I have finished my combat with the sun;
And my body, the old animal,
Knows nothing more.
The powerful seasons bred and killed,
And were themselves the genii
Of their own ends.
Oh, but the very self of the storm
Of sun and slaves, breeding and death,
The old animal,
The senses and feeling, the very sound
And sight, and all there was of the storm,
Knows nothing more.
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