It's getting bad again. I feel like disappearing. I'm so volatile and impulsive that I can't take it.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
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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.
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"I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance."
~E. E. Cummings
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