• Lucy Ashton's Song.
    Look thou not on beauty's charming,
    Sit thou still when kings are arming,
    Taste not when the win-cup glistens,
    Speak not when the people listens,
    Strain thine ear against the singer,
    From the red-gold keep thy finger,
    Vacant hand and heart and eye,
    Easy live and quiet die.
    ~Sir Walter Scott

    feel like Lucy somedays, too afraid of being afraid to do anything worthwhile. Somedays, I am too afraid of hurting someone to love them, and in the end it is my inaction that hurts the most. Somedays I sympathize with her. Some days I hate her. Then, I hate myself. Those days are the worst.