Dreaming at Neverland

Welcome to my personal blog. This is the place I put my thoughts and dreams, it's like an online diary where I tell you about my everyday experiences and my confusing, but never the less true, feelings.

From childhood’s hour I have not been,
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 lov’d , I lov’d alone —
Then , in my childhood .. in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that ‘round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d 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 .

—

Edgar Allan Poe~Alone

(Shadow-in-The-Horizon)

(via gothicrealm)

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.

—Carl Jung  (via 5ft1)

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