If I could open my arms

And if I could open my mouth,
Wide enough for a marching band to march out,
They would make your name sing,

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.

~ The Applicant, Sylvia Plath

But when the sun shines again,
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.



Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole.
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound.

I've got to admire someone to really like them deeply - to value them as friends. ~ Plath

But while you debate half empty or half full,
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.

Two more days.