a fixed idea

What torture lurks within a single thought   

When grown too constant; and however kind,   

However welcome still, the weary mind

Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught   

Remembers on unceasingly; unsought   

The old delight is with us but to find   

That all recurring joy is pain refined,   

Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.   

You lie upon my heart as on a nest,   

Folded in peace, for you can never know   

How crushed I am with having you at rest   

Heavy upon my life. I love you so

You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.   

In mercy lift your drooping wings and go

-amy lowell

beautiful words of the english language:

Effervescent

Evanescent

Quintessential

Wherewithal

"Happiness manifests itself through one act- smiling."

- kyle abernathy