“Two worlds, like audiences, disperse And leave the soul alone”.
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886
She often wondered that when she died, everything she’d ever written would be published. She did compare herself to Emily Dickinson, but unfortunately she did not possess her beauty or her solitude. She longed for people to enjoy what ever crazy thoughts she chose to embark on, and she was desperate to be able to express herself so that she may be understood. She wrote for her children, her grandchildren and her great-grand children, so they may remember her and remember the moment she lived in.
