today i will wear black.
it's getting so i live every moment with terrible intensity. last night, driving back from boston, i lay back in the car and let the colored lights come at me, the music from the radio, the reflection of the guy driving. it all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain. . .remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. live it, feel it, cling to it. i want to become acutely aware of all i've taken for granted. when you feel that this may be the good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.
- from a letter to eddie cohen by sylvia plath