Love has gone and left me and the days are all
alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will--and would that
night were here!
But Ah!--to lie awake and hear the slow hours
strike!
Would that it were day again!--with twilight
near!
Love has gone and left me and I don't know
what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to
me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm
through,--
There's little use in anything as far as I can see
Love has gone and left me,--and the neighbors
knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a
mouse,--
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

-Edna St Vincent Millay "Ashes of Life"



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I could have done lots better on this, but I just haven't been trying at anything much anymore. the poem is one that i memorized a year ago...and i love it so much. it's gotten me through so much angst in life. its amazing!


I think this was the first manip that i really sat down, and did the math of how to plan it. It was all organized, unlike everything else where I'd just add stuff as it went along. Hmm, interesting. Next time I'd just like to use my own photos.