Monday, January 3, 2011

And her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get...

I fear he will find me out. The King of the Hipsters I mean. And that will be ridiculous. I don't know how to explain my neuroses to him. But I suppose we'll cross that bridge if we come to it.

So, a new year and a new me. At least that's the theory. I am going out to get a new tattoo soon. It's going to be fun I think. It will quote Dylan Thomas, a beautiful poet who I have only recently rediscovered my love for. I will forever be thankful to the professor who took her class outside, sat us in the beautiful spring grass, and read Dylan Thomas' "Fern Hill" out loud. It was the perfect moment, the perfect introduction, and the beginning of a love affair with Thomas' poetry that will last until I die. Sometimes he slips my mind but always he is there with his beautiful words. I think I'm starting to sound like an insane person. But really, go read "Fern Hill" and then I dare you not to find it moving.

I'm still working on resolutions. I'll let you know if I ever come up with any good ones. So far I'm just resolving those things I said last time and also to tell the people I love that I love them. I was reminded recently how good it feels to be told that you are loved. I think we often feel like when you love someone it should just be implied. But it isn't. It's nice to hear it. So, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. And for some of you out there reading this...I really do mean it. I love you.
-The Dormouse

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