ive finished reading Persuasion.

and at 2am in the morning,
getting knots in my heart while tracing pages.
and ultimate tears, that havent been around for sometime.
maybe its the hour, or the book.
one (or both) moved me.

cartharsis, and then sleep.
but ok, its a nice book even while you recognise impossibility.
of fairytales spun by people who desired escapism themselves.

in other news,
ive been ok. things are looking up better, slightly.
thank God. :)