Io sono colui che sono, io non sono quello che lei dice mi
I've decided that everyday, I'll find something to smile about. Life is too short to feel so sad for long.
I want to think of myself as a poet, words have always been beautiful to me and when I was younger I composed much poems, it isn't so easy now as then--frustratingly my muse evades me...but every now and then she joins me in spoken and written frolic.
I have walked these woods,in a dream not so long before.I've heard these waters sing.The crunch of leaves fallen by trees of old and the silent whispers of wind,They seem like calls of ancient Nyads' tongue. But they, to me, are somber uneven tones.Just like the deafening silence of your absence.
I have walked these paths in a dream not so long ago. Endless, repeating, without end.Have I reached my destination, I do not remember. Only the grief , unbidden, remains.Some such dreams I wallow in...between sleep and awaking I linger.For even in sleep or wakeful stance I bear the ennui of waiting.