Burnt Norton
2002-07-28 || 10:28 a.m.

I want to write. But I can't.
I want to live. But I can't.
I want to relate to people. But I don't.

Time present and time past
are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened

Why am I like this? What is wrong with me?