I always identified with Frankenstein because as a kid, I never got the girl.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
Maybe it would have been better if neither of us had been born.
Everyone always wants to find the answer, to feel that things are resolved. But in dreams, maybe there isn't an answer so much.
I try to teach my heart not to want things it can't have.
Girls are always running through my mind. They don't dare walk.
Shakespeare has no answers for us at all.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore .... Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
I am not unaware of the saying that more tears have been shed over wishes granted than wishes denied.
