whiskey sour · 24/08/2008 04:48 pm by Bron
I am completely devoid of all feeling, though he has no idea. This is not a talent I’m proud of. But I soon withdraw from the act. And I want him out of my bed, unstuck from my side. I hate what I’ve just done. And I am so cold. I have so much anger right now.
Generally, when we can proceed no further, we have return still open to us; but there return was as impossible as advance, for every pass had closed behind us… [verne]
So I will pick up my sickle. I cannot replace you. And I don’t want to. I will not be embarrassed by my feelings for you. They will not be denied, and I think they are what will lead me through, in time.
Will takes my hand. And I am overwhelmed by how beautiful this little soul is.
