I found I've lost that flame, driving me forward to do better. I will try to do better. :) Cambridge.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Silly dreams.
I had a string of horrendous dream last night. They are fragmented and faded on the spot after waking up (Why is that case? Interesting, isn't it?) With a very vague impression I was being chased after by a murderer in a building. The second one which I can remember was that CC had married to a rich guy. Silly dream.
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