Blue bottles

Where the mind is without fear and the head held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by Thee into ever-widening thought and action;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

by Rabindranath Tagore

Recommendations required. I’m all out on reading mat. Anything good ou there?

A sort of tangible list as to what I must read…

Suggestions are welcome.

1. The Iliad
2. Dante’s Purgatory
3. Peter Pan
4. Kim
5. Taming of the Shrew(!)
6. Smell
7. Aunts aren’t Gentlemen
8. Every month’s Cosmo
9. Diaries of Franz Kafka
10. Laughter in the Dark

No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

Someone yesterday said something about being insecure and letting go. I’m not letting go yet. Not just yet.