Monday, April 19, 2010

When sometimes it's an effort

I don't write when I'm happy. I just live in a glowy daze of happiness. So when I look back at my life the only memories and impressions that I have concretely are these little patches of loneliness, sadness, hardness that swirl about like newspaper ash. And isn't it just better to remember the good things?
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