Void
December 3, 2011
The void is the scariest part of my life. Sitting in the park in my lunch hour, not having anything to do, or to do anything – knowing that my life is this vacant. What am I waiting for? The rain, of course. When it comes, I shall stop writing and go back to work. Should I clear my life until it resembles the seared sky and see what is left indispensable?
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December 31, 2011 at 11:31 am
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