Monday, July 20, 2009


The promise of happiness with a companion--to get so close and have to walk away--is replete with excruciating doubt.

To lose oneself in the pursuit of joy is cruelty's best work.

Now, to rekindle and step singly toward.

But toward what? Time, I know you well, and the tricks you play. Let us be friends.

Invest in loss.


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