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.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Force Field
I don't know why, but always, when all else fails. Jay always does the trick. It's the poetry and composition; it's the familiarity of a language and culture I hold so dear.
'Cause first loves last forever. <3
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