Ophelia's Song

Where the daisies laugh and blow,
Where the willow leaves hang down,
Nonny, nonny, I will go
There to weave my lord a crown.

Willow, willow, by the brook,
Trailing fingers green and long,
I will read my lord a book,
I will sing my love a song.

Though he turn his face away,
Nonny, nonny, I will sing,
Ditties of a heart gone gray
And a hand that bears no ring.

Water, water cold and deep,
Hold me fast that I may sleep.
Death with you is hardly more
Than the little deaths before.

Excerpted from Killing Mr Griffin by Lois Duncan

Back with no bang

Looking back on the years since I began to blog, I realised that I was much more regular before. And it got me to wonder why I stopped. Was it because once printed, my thoughts seemed rather silly? Or was it that I just became plain lazy? Or more of a private person.

Oh well, God only knows. What I do know, however, is that blogging is rather therapeutic - and serves well as a venting platform more than anything else.

Actually, the more I think about it, I have to say that Facebook is the culprit. With Facebook - and Twitter too, to an extent - I do all my venting, so there's not much left to vent about. But since of late I have been feeling rather blah and restless, perhaps it is time i blogged more - and hopefully about more interesting things than my petty, petty thought!

So, point of this silly little post, is that I will now try and blog more. But hopefully, will actually end up writing things that people will actually read!