Who are you now?
Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear…
As to being happy—I am under scenes and circumstances of excitement—but I suffer acute pain sometimes—mental pain—I mean.
All that has tamed me I have learned to love
        and lost that wildness that was once beloved.

All that was loved I’ve learned to tame
        and lost the beloved that once was wild.

All that is wild is tamed by love—
        and the beloved (wildness) that once was loved.
I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.
Dont’cha think? .___.

Dont’cha think? .___.