So intead I shall repress, repress!


LightIt was always dark. I remember, said her grandfather, when there was light. But it wasnt anything all that special. Elsa thought that it was. She was tired of feeling around corners. Maybe it will come back, she said, but her grandfather just gave her a pat on the head. Elsa came to him the next morning, her hair in all directions from sleep. I saw it, she said. I dreamed and I saw it, and it was beautiful and strange and everything was different.Light
Her grandfather hugged her and watched as she skipped off, still feeling her way about the corn


AutumnOur golden days, how swiftly now they fly! As if in silent protest 'gainst the sun That thinks to shun the clouds, the empty sky-- But summer's gone, and autumn's just begun.Autumn
What vice is veiled beneath the honeyed shades? For all will know, but none will dare accost The fickle flow of time, as daylight fades-- And ere we think, those treasured days are lost.
There's always something lost, and something found Within the heartsick autumn's lonely halls, For nowhere else such memories abound, That strain the air, and rail against the walls.
Yet life is
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"You remind me of the babe."
"What babe?"
"The babe with the power."
"What power?"
"The power of voodoo!"
"Who do?"
"You do!"
"Do what?"
"Remind me of the babe!"
-The Labyrinth (1986)
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You understand... It is too far.
I cannot take this body along with me. It is too heavy.
Left behind, it will only be an old cast-off shell.
There is nothing sad about an old shell.
~~~~The Little Prince
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