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, March 31, 2014
Fuck
Today I just want to clutch my chest, roll up into a little ball, on the floor, and just stay there indefinitely. Yeah, that bad, I can hardly breathe.
I bet there are people that think this feeling - pain literally catching in the center of your chest - is dramatized. Or fake. Or only fit for movies. But I assure you it is real. I'm sorry you are there.
I'm sorry for the day.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post.
I bet there are people that think this feeling - pain literally catching in the center of your chest - is dramatized. Or fake. Or only fit for movies. But I assure you it is real. I'm sorry you are there.
ReplyDeletexx
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