"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Friday, September 21, 2012
blown
Sitting in the shower the water comes down soft and warm... embracing even..
The cold air outside my shower door seems a million miles away.
My bones ache...
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