lamujerinvisible

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmedsee here it is
I hold it towards you.

John Keats

Nothing interesting to say guys, sorry. My life's gone to shit...BUT I have been doing a lot of reading lately...finally. Up next? Pride and Prejudice and Zombies! So excited!