pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere,

or wine,

whichever is more readily available.

when people say they understand me,

it makes me grieve…

despite trying to conceal my soul,

they think they can identify with me.

great drama, rich color, and deep shadows,

however much I belong, in my soul, to the Romantics, 

I can only find repose in Baroquism.

–e.l. jayne