Saying nothing...sometimes says the most,

as eccentrically expressed by the "New England mystic poet", Emily Dickinson.

Debussy's "Clair de Lune"

                                    

Her convoluted and intricate poems reminded me of my letter I recently penned for my chosen mentor, a teacher that I had to choose for the National Honors Society. But not just a teacher, one with the most inspirational and influential qualities. She taught me to love poetry, something and someone I will never forget.

I am an abuser of the silent treatment, and I think I get it from my mother. I remember once as a child, I was playing on the swings and accidentally knocked down my mom's favorite pot of jasmines in our yard. Now, she really cherished those jasmines, for she told me they reminded her of India's sweet-smelling gardens and its tropical panorama of vegetation. Not to say, she got quite angry with me for breaking the pot and crushing the jasmines, and didn't speak to me for the night. With me being the young little lady I was, I felt horrible for hurting my mom and her beloved flowers. 

Silence is powerful. It means so much by being really...nothing at all. I don't let important things go easily, especially my feelings. They are not necessarily something that can be toyed with.

In regards to my last post, I mentioned some of the things I hate. Now, Cassie mentioned that she doesn't truly understand what the word "hate" means...because one can also love certain things in the things he hates. It sounds very much like a paradox, but I believe it makes more sense than some of the most obvious things.

So instead of adding a few new "hates," I'll write a different word, for I know for a fact that I can live without these things.

I... dislike being taken granted for.
I dislike when people do not realize what they did wrong, and then feeling like a horrible person when you show them your point of view, no matter how much they hurt you in the past...

I think I am in great need of a relaxing shower. Yes, that will do the trick.
I find something to love in every dark corner and abyss. Thank you, Ms. McDonald. As my former English teacher, you created the me that I am now. These words will never be able to express every facet of this all-too-obvious gem of truth. You are my mentor.

"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else." 
"That it will never come again is what makes life sweet."
- E. Dickinson