Friday, January 09, 2015

Down to the woods where the bluebells grow

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the woods where the bluebells grow.
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
~A. A. Milne.

What have I done? Nothing is safe. Does it matter? In the forest that grows wild, bitter as the wine, the overcrowding, children and girls. It does not really matter where i have stayed. If you must know guy i've been in the same places as the majority of the people. I haven't been anywhere. I have not been in any part. I don't know anything. I know nothing.

Written with the aid of Google Translate

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