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.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Hesitations
I really don't know if I can do this any longer.. and you keep wondering why we always stop talking. Because I've been trying to let you go and with good reason, but obviously it hasn't been working.
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