Alone

        From childhood's hour I have not been        As others were; I have not seen        As others saw; I could not bring        My passions from a common spring.        From the same source I have not taken        My sorrow; I could not awaken        My heart to joy at the same tone;        And all I loved, I loved alone.        Then- in my childhood, in the dawn        Of a most stormy life- was drawn        From every depth of good and ill        The mystery which binds me still:        From the torrent, or the fountain,        From the red cliff of the mountain,        From the sun that round me rolled        In its autumn tint of gold,        From the lightning in the sky        As it passed me flying by,        From the thunder and the storm,        And the cloud that took the form        (When the rest of Heaven was blue)        Of a demon in my view.

 

I'm quite reluctant to do a normal post because i feel very 'bleh' and i just got my you-know-what today. I'm not complaining though, it delayed itself for 2 months so i'm quite glad about that.

I nursed a headache today on the way back from church. Something hurt more than that. That something had always hurt, i didn't give much thought to it. I shan't anyway. Not worth my time, my energy.