"i walked across an empty land; i knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth beneath my feet; sat by the river and it made me complete."



i want to scream. i don't even know why. i don't really even have many words for tonight.

i feel i am letting myself be coerced out of my resolution.
"and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied ore with a pale cast of thought."
maybe its not other things or people that are pulling me away from my convictions. maybe its my over-thinking. after all, the line before that is "thus conscience does make cowards of us all."


yea. dont have much else for tonight.
other forms of expression, besides words?
*sigh*