Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Twenty



"Being even now only a young woman of twenty,

one who mentally and sentimentally had not finished growing, 

it was impossible that any event should have left upon her an impression that

was not in time capable of transmutation.


And thus her spirits, and her thankfulness, and her hopes, rose higher and higher.

Tess Durbeyfield, then, in good heart, and full of zest for life, descended the Egdon 

slopes lower and lower towards the dairy of her pilgrimage."


 -- Thomas Hardy


----Château des ducs de Bretagne, France 



Each day,

I would stop breathing for two seconds to check if I am still here

or is it all a dream.

For a girl twenty years-old

spring never ends

The thought of freedom after university

makes her blossom, makes her giggle

how much  sillier can the world be?



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