That moment when you realize how close you were to the edge of the world and you just could not know.
That fear is the same after taste as regret.
I am lazy.
I hate the way I make myself feel when I think about the way I make others feel.
I need to try to sleep.
The good news is that I made a video of the oddities.
Nothing that will help enough but it keeps me from turning into Maupassant.
I have to say that now I have felt every feeling known in life.
I am sorry for anyone in the world who could possibly feel this way.
I will give quotes and save my writing for another silent blog.
" it makes me rage to think that this can go on, and whilst I am shut up here , a veritable prisoner, but without that protection of the law. Which is even a criminal's right and consolation. "- from Bram Stoker's. Dracula
" Hope is the thing with feathers. " Emily Dickinson
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