emily.

my introduction to emily dickinson was through my mother. she has introduced me to most of my literary experiences. i grew up knowing that mum had "im nobody" posted on her dorm room door at Tift College. somehow, i always knew there would come a time when i too would post it.

now is that time.

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd advertise - you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

This comes after a long night during which much happened that i do not wish to discuss with the public. its all between the lines anyway. how well can you read?

[2:26AM]