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.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sanctuary
I want to disappear. I want to hide out in my room and just hermit for a really long time. I want to because I know it will help me. Too bad obligations make it so I can't.
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