
"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
— Sylvia Plath
[...all the love I ever felt for my lost loves... all the love I was never allowed to love, in my lover's arms... I will leave it here, under my web of dreams... may this web fins find yours... one of these sweet nights... wherever you all go and dream me apart...]