Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things. – Anne Shirley of Anne of Avonlea
Past 12am and i can’t sleep. Made good progress in studying today. At least, i felt i did. It feels satisfying to study and *understand* what it is you’re studying. Something i couldn’t do for the last paper. Oh wells.
I found myself thinking of you today.
But you were just a passing fancy.
This is for You. *opens the cage*