oliviakazadi2008's blog

ive ur life. hater stop hatin, love one another.
Life is too short to wast it.

You'll find me: watching TV I'm feeling: OK .From childhood's hour I have not seen
As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not Bring. My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most storm life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the moutaib, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form ( When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.