thirty two.

Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.


Matthew Arnold

thirty one.

Just finished reading The Night Circus by Erin Morganstern. It was absolutely enchanting and I feel like I don't want to leave my bed yet because I want to hold on to the feeling for a while longer before I forget it. This book was absolutely made for people like me; dreamers, who live half in the real world and half in the one inside their own head. I have spent most of my life wishing that some grand adventure would come sweep me away, and this book did that if only for the few days it took me to read. I don't think I'll reread it too soon because, as a wise man once said, "it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live". Still, I feel I will be waiting for the circus to arrive without warning in every empty field, and I may start wearing a red scarf now and again.