| without a hurt the heart is hollow driving past connecticut and then driving past vermont thirteen months later realizing where i was we may never get back to where we started from i was just hoping to see this grow we have the same weaknesses and we make the same mistakes and what about these roads we follow? are they leading us to the same mistakes? i can tell you that i have regrets. i may never be happy, but tonight i am content. (*entry from Slyvia Plath's diaries) |