I Have An Advanced Degree

I Speak As I Must And Cannot Be Silent.

Some Books You Read. Some Books You Enjoy. But Some Books Just Swallow You Up, Heart And Soul.

To Be Closed From Everything, And Yet To Feel, To Think...this Is The Truth Of Hell, Stripped Of Its Gaudy Medievalisms. This Loss Of Contact.

It Isn't Just A Village. The Houses Aren't Just Places To Live. Everything Belongs To Everybody. Everyone Belongs To Everyone Else. Even A Single Person Can Make A Difference.

Their Love Was Something Which Coloured The Air Between Them Like Sunlight.