Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Sometimes This is My Life

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah, my foes; and oh, my friends;
It gives such lovely light

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sometimes my candle has sixty wicks that are all burning madly and making life pretty impossible and I can't sleep because fifty of them demand my immediate attention.

At the moment, I've only got three or four going. And they are all burning slowly. Except that one, there's always that one.

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