Wednesday, February 13, 2008

on my sleeve


i hold tj responsible for my restlessness the past few nights. he wrote:



Living in that solitude which is so painful in youth but so wonderful in maturity has fueled my thoughts of the profound much to my emotional chagrin. I wonder if I have reached that age when I desire constant companionship from someone who can bear my unbearable existence with me. But I may never find someone like that. Not in this country at least.


what i thought can't be put to words, he did.

what i feel can't be anymore real than this.





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