I will hold your hand into the dark...
I quit. I am sick and I am tired of... well... of everything. I don't want to be here anymore and I don't want to do any of this anymore. So here I go. I am leaving this world behind. I no longer will exist.
(The story that had followed has been removed by the administrator of this blog. It is in its second draft now and is possibly available upon request.)
(The story that had followed has been removed by the administrator of this blog. It is in its second draft now and is possibly available upon request.)
posted by Ty at 12:53 AM
3 Comments:
Rumi says:
The moment I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
* * * * *
Rumi was a cool guy. I thought you might like that.
~Me
In.
Tense.
Me like.
Have you ever tried publishing any of these?
jesus came to paul (then saul of tarsus) by a blinding light.
parallel?
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