December 2009
Light
All I needed was a light In the darkest place I’ve ever been in all my life As I try to find my way And the changing seasons of my life And my eyes don’t see The things I love have run their course Are they done? Are they just beginning? And I’m old enough to know That time doesn’t move slow enough And young enough to know That I can’t ever be too old enough to trust...
“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the...”
– Catherine, Wuthering Heights