My brain, heart and soul are filled with so many fluttering thoughts and words that hardly connect - there seems no time to focus on one thought long enough.
There seems to be so much going on around me. It's Wednesday, a week exactly before I graduate from six years at high school.
It is hard to comprehend everything that is happening. There is so much to do, to buy and to feel.
The last extension english class. But it's undoubtful that I will see Mrs M again. There seems to be, more than ever, things to discover and learn.
We watched Pandaemonium in class today. The relationship between Coleridge and Wordsworth. It amazes me. Both of them individually inspire me - its hard to comprehend what they mean to me together. Sometimes, like now, I wonder whether this world - this time - was right for me. Whether the untouched beauties were mine to discover. How jealous I am of those who were able to! Perhaps there are things for me to discover?
I have, of course, got my book to work on. I'm not sure whether I've told you about it before, Kitty. I'm writing one on Princess Alice, the daughter of QV but mother to TA. Perfect. I really believe she's the perfect person to start my career as a historian on.
A few weeks ago I know I wrote about wanting to see The Young Victoria five times at the movies. I know next week is the last week it is showing, and I've seen it FOUR times. Once more I believe. I think I shall achieve my goal.

Love's Secret

William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told can be;

For the gentle wind doth move

Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,

I told her all my heart,

Trembling, cold in ghastly fears.

Ah! she did depart!

Soon afterwards she was gone from me,

A traveller came by,

Silently, invisibly:

He took her with a sigh.