Fold your life in two. Where are you? What are you doing?

I am a struggling starving student, in between graduation and my postgraduate exams (I followed the postgraduate courses of English Methodology and language teaching).
I am all alone in the big city trying to make ends meet. I am studying for my finals and gathering information for completing my degree. I spend my days torn between work and the fascination of libraries (for the past month I have been “dwelling” in the impressive Library of the Romanian Academy).

Between the covers of my thesis I have put two most loved topics, Greek Mythology and the Victorian writers and molded them into “Gods in Exile”. The banishment of the Greek gods from the dreamy and adorned Victorian poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson, Robert Browning, Elisabeth Barret Browning, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, was an exciting and extremely exotic journey:
“I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.” – Dante Gabriel Rossetti
during which I heard the zephyr stirring, magic windows appeared into unbreakable walls, bluer seas sang in my sleep, foamy rivers condemned me to contemplation.
But life is difficult, I am consumed with the lack of time for my studies and fatigue and of course, money is scarce. It was one of the most difficult year ever.

“Pain doesn’t destroy language: it changes it. What is difficult is not impossible. ” Anne Boyer on the articulation of pain.

“To write with the truth of pain in your mouth is gruesome poetry … You’ll have to cut out your heart with every word and show it to the world, then hope it will heal. This is how the light gets in, also the dark. To acknowledge fear, defeat, despair and pretend serenity of a lesson learned while patching up the wounds is … Life.” – From my Tyranosaurus Writing

I have always been fascinated with Dante Gabriel Rossetti, poet of words and colours.