Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
Walt Whitman

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting,
Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them,
And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.


This photo makes me think of hideaways. Cabins and forts. Places you can run to when you need to get away from the world. I'm at my parents' for the night. I just had an overwhelming need to get out of the apartment and away from campus. I guess I was kind of looking for a place to hide away from the world for a little while. This is exactly where I need to be right now. If only I didn't have to go back tomorrow...