Elandra

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About Me

Hello fellow readers and writers. I am 21 years old, still writing since my embarrassing beginnings at the age of 8. To me, writing is an important outlet. A means of getting all of the jumbled thoughts, chaotically bumping into one another inside my mind, into some sort of tangible, controllable form. I also view it as a form of art, beautiful in and of itself. Conforming a language to reflect a certain concept, evoke a certain feeling, to me is a skill worthy of perfecting.

Aside from writing, I have many hobbies which I enjoy in my free time, and a wonderful boyfriend who is always by my side supporting me. If all goes well, in May 2009 I'll be graduating with an English degree, which will make me oh so happy. My obsession with the colour black and the #3 remains unchanged. Talk to me if you like, I'm overly friendly and enjoy meeting new people. :)

I believe that...
... everything has a purpose.
... life has a meaning.
... true love exists if we are only patient enough to wait for it.
... laughter and truly cure any ailment.


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Wild Geese - Mary Oliver



You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.