lestat90620

so my day has been pretty fucked up. my car broke down, i got a ticket this morning and i'm so late to work, but none the less, i reall don't care. It's kinda nice. I have more than enough reasons to be upset or the like, but i am not.

I"m sitting in some cafe place having some wine and reading byron and, mon deui, how my heart soars. To read these words of love and passion; it brings a smile to my face.

I can already feel the words of my mistress (love) whisper her words silently to my heart. To only love love and not expect anything in return is interesting...i can bearly remember what it is like to fall in love with an idea such as love, but alas, it is coming back to in full swing. The passions, the desires. right now...i am happy

"For as on thee, my memory ponders,
Perchance to me, thine also wanders.
This, for myself, at least, i'll say
Thy form appears through night, through day;
Awake, with it my fancy teems,
In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams;
The vision charms the hours away,
And bids me curse Aurora's ray (dawn)
For breaking slumbers of delight,
Which make me wish for endless night.
Since, oh! Whate'er my future fare,
Shall joy or woe my steps await;
Tempted by love, by storms beset,
Thine image...i can ne'er forget."
-Lord Bryon