An outlet for writing out these writhing thoughts.
“A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Looking
I was looking for you in all the places I went to. How silly of me to think that I'd have the privilege to just run into you like that.
It's still a strange thing -- when people say they love me. How could they? I'm an awful person.
So I push them away. You're better off without me anyway.
I know where the problem lies. But it's harder done than said.
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