A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
"I'm Breaking Down, and You're Breathing Slowly"
It's an 8 today and I can hardly breathe..
but it'll pass and I'll be fine tomorrow. I always am.
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