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, May 15, 2014
Capabilities
Do you think I may be incapable of love? Possibly. You can't give what you don't have.
I'm not sure what love is. When I look at the divorce rates, I don't know if other people do either.
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