We who choose to surround ourselves with lives more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality. The Once Again Prince – Irving Townsend
Poor, silly girl. You are but following The road your sister’s trod before, Your childhood now forever lost, The Starry, Rosey land of dreams -No more. Why did you throw the “child” away so soon? “Twas the mantle to hide your tender heart. You reached towards a “womans’ world” Before you knew what it contained….