Im having a conversation with you on the side even as im realizing in a parallel window that all my favourite poets were neurotic.
Poe, Rosetti, Plath and Dickinson! All of them.
I really like these guys. Because they capture the essence of true feelings, don’t they?
I care. I think of it everyday. I think if I were to die, I'd be glad because you could finally be happy. and I really do not want to die.
The sun is creeping up on us and we are the startled grass.
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely, what it was,
Have I the Art to say.
But somewhere in my Soul, I know
I've met the Thing before;
It just reminded me--t'was all--
And came my way no more.
Emily Dickinson
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