longing for understanding gaining no ground lidded eyes downcast hands clasped in consideration where and when did everything go awry?
so promising brimming with excitement and anticipation once
beaten down at every door overlooked at every turn wondering how to return to the past - days in which the future looked inviting and the possibilities endless the tomorrows of now can only be bleak
I have found this poem scrawled on the back jacket of the book that Hera had lent me. I do feel a certain affinity with the poetess right now.
Remus, I am sending this book off to you via owl right now. Do let me know when you have received it.
thoughtful