Tuesday, October 14, 2008


I don't know why (or maybe I do) but these phrases have been ringing in my head lately.

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

aaahhhh. I think I need a shrink.


yanka said...

I love this poem.

But you know, it makes me think, doesn't the light eventually die anyway, no matter how much we rage?

Okay erase that. I love this poem.

vicki said...

I think it depends on what your light is. And I would like to think that you have, at least, half to do with keeping it shining.

What do you think? =)

yanka said...

Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm in one of those moods. :P

Mai da Paypay said...

i miss lit class. sigh.

vicki said...

I miss class. With me as a student. Any class. Ok, except Math. And Filipino. hehe.