" I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.."I am a butcher of words. I see before me the terror of my human flesh to twist my tongue and follow through...Sounding out holy words that end with my teeth biting upon my lips. I send my words upon the earth and create ruins upon ruins. And terror fills my eyes. My knees cannot stand.
I can feel myself slipping away..
I'm sorry for what I've done.
I wish I would've never known love as a child..To smother it as a youth in rebellion and carry it with such carelessness-- so easily placed in open spaces for the world and soul to devour it and give it meaning..When in fact..It had none. Only to you. Only you. Can carry it for the gift that my love is. There is only life in the word filled with pure truth. And I gave my love and devotion to you.
God please help keep me anchored. My brother is trying to take me..
My soul is drained.



