an unfinished morning
She wakes up in the same room
Today, yesterday, and tomorrow
The weather ever changing,
yet eternal in its nature
Flashbacks of what was there
Bile rising in her throat,
Choking her lungs
Cigarette burns mar her thigh
Phantom pain from the past
Paris, 07 February 2009
Posted on Tuesday June 16th
About me
There's rosemary,that's for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember.
And there's pansies, that's for thoughts.
There's fennel for you, and columbines.
There's rue for you, and here's some for me.
We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays.
Oh, you must wear your rue with a difference.
There's a daisy. I would give you some violets,
but they withered all when my father died.
They say he made a good end.
--Ophelia
Hamlet Prince of Denmark
Act IV Scene V
