Thank You

For calling at midnight
And waking me up at 3 am again
For making the music that
You love so much; it really shows
For being the source of
Wrapping paper-ribbon entanglements

Will you grow with me as I learn more?

Or will we grow apart and find ourselves...
I don't know, but you will always remain alive
Alive within the mixed memories of eighteen years

For now, penetrate my catatonia
And let me find out some more
About the music, and about you and me
and
Everything in between

Thank You, for this year

Thank you so much

Mad Girl's Love Song

by Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"