I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Isn’t Sylvia the best? I love her writing—there’s something so enchanting about the way she transforms grief and depression into such evocative words.
I’m away on holiday for a couple of weeks, and until I get back with more haiku and photographs, I’m sharing some of my favourite quotes. Hope you enjoy!