Monday, July 23, 2012

I hear rumors of a kingdom in which there is no shame. I sit, making piles to count, like throwing stones, like feeding ducks. I sit and count and recount. always coming up empty, my hands are bare. there is nothing left to hold onto except regret. in this kingdom, do they condemn you? I have already condemned myself, you can spare your words. i know, I know. with a sinking heart, I know.

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