User:Jennyestelle

'''Please believe in this my dear: I am more than penitent.

Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak. I've read, that things inanimate have mov'd, And, as with living Souls, have been inform'd, By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound. What then am I? Am I more senseless grown Than Trees, or Flint? O force of constant Woe! 'Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs. Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night The silent Tomb receiv'd the good Old King; He and his Sorrows now are safely lodg'd Within its cold, but hospitable Bosom. Why am not I at Peace?

'''I know I was born and I know that I'll die. The in between is mine.'''

Harder Than Stone

Nothingman

So Moved On

Release Me

Casey's Song

Angela 8/9/81-4/7/05

I'll Back You Up

In the background of my mind, when the sun rose, I chose the shade.