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.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Traces Of Someone I Know
I think it has seriously come back again.I feel like wanting to cry all the time like before. I fear that I will be thrown back into the dark place where my days will start to become more and more grey. It seems to have already begun.
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