beneath
10:44 PMAt times I wish only that my heart would open inside my mind,
that I might cry with new sorrow and weep new tears of salt and mist.
But I am hard and stubborn and have only a vague idea
of what beauty may or may not be.
Why write and for what humanity? To be a child...
To be again loved as a child; to again yearn for the self indulgence indulged a child...
yet more than death waits
for those who wait
for love
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