I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth. (C.McC.)
Monday, January 16, 2006
The Letter
I feel so empty. Like no thoughts, no will to do anything. But on the other hand, thousands of ideas are running through my head, in every direction.
Chaos.
But this emptiness. It's all so weird today.
So weird.
I have to break this spell, this charm. I have to run, go out, do something, even scream, sing, dance, jump, run up and down the stairs. Anything. Something.
I feel like losing something. It makes me feel sad, but somehow I feel it will set me free.
And I will fly...
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