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"Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"

I went chasing a storm that I couldn't quite catch,

I wanted to get drenched but I had an adventure instead

I walked along beside the birds as they flapped their wings from tree to tree,

I had conversations with the flowers

and saw the dragonflies dance,

I recorded them on bended knees,

The wind whispered a story to me,

one that I always longed to hear,

and the little stream giggled when I passed her by,

I forgot that she had been so near

The sun paid me compliments,

I was too flattered to even speak,

We strolled along together and I blushed when he kissed my cheek

I said my farewells,

turned around and headed back to that place that I call home,

to that world where I don’t quite belong

And on my way a wish floating passed me by,

Was this a dream perchance?

Your beautiful mind is like a cage full of wild exotic beasts,

and your heart is constantly burning,

oh how that heat turns it dark and deep

You have a laughter so light but I can hear in the sound,

that there is a secret always burning your lips,

one that will never be found

These things make me want to know you,

learn how to understand your soul,

but it is as if you are always in the midst of turning your back on me,

or on the verge of devouring me whole

Like some tempting inevitable ending,

like the moth that is drawn to the flame,

Orange Flame,

I'm mesmerized by your dangerous light,

but only while you are contained