Monday, May 10, 2010

insomnia: the chronicle.





Posted by zoe noelle smith at 1:27 AM

2 comments:

annaleehodges said...

When I seen this post title, I thought of this poem that I read not too long ago:
"Abandonment" by Amélie Rives
Sometimes when walls seem enemies, and sleep
Given to others like a cruel jest
Sent for my mocking, I, being mad for rest,
Creep out all lonely past the huddled sheep,—
Stirring with drowsy tang of bells that keep
Soft iterance through the whispery night, where nest
And nestling sway, by winnowing wind caressed,—
There fling myself along the grass to weep,
Sobs gathering, hands gripped hard into the earth,—
The blessed earth that takes us back at last!—
And think, “Ah, could this knowledge now befall
Some woman who for long hath thought me worth
Only her hatred, she would hold me fast And strive to comfort me,forgetting all.”

p.s.
...you look as lovely as always.

2:24 AM
zoe noelle smith said...

that's beautiful.

aw, how sweet. thank you.

8:48 PM

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