The library has once again provided me with The Yellow Wallpaper…I am reading The Yellow Wallpaper Again…
This book holds so much meaning for me…I do not know why. I think that Charlotte is a very brilliant writer…I would like to be such a brilliant writer…
Our mouths are like nouns
Not moving at all
And always needing to be described…
I miss hearing you
Our fingers are like verbs
Moving the peices of life around
Today mine are turning the pages
Of that book you sent my way
Are yours around a glass again?
Thank you my dear for this book…I know you said you didn’t quite like it…but you knew to have me read it…I miss you.
Oh how this yellow wallpaper moves in such a disturbing way…slowly invading all the empty spaces my head could not hold. I watch it crawl..and move me to sleep.