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.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Real Talk
Truth is, I don't know if I feel anything anymore. But I'd rather feel nothing than something. Right now, I don't know about anything anymore. I just know that I'm running, from any familiar associated feelings. I don't want them.
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