bowmore
drive by drunk
Registered: Oct 2000
Location: canadian rockies
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selah
WHEN in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with king
I let you down. I have trouble forgiving myself for failures like that. Trivial though they may seem such things are the difference between men and boys.
I'm sorry.
There are things men should do and things they shouldn't. It is an easy if archaic idea.
I'm working hard and doing ok. The Asylum has become an ideal rather than a place to be.
I'm around. I'm just not present. I hope to rebuild the trust you placed in me. In the meantime I will lurk and miss you.
selah,
bowmore.
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Happiness is a moveable feast.
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