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2005-05-25 - 9:23 a.m. my little cirlce here is gone askew, with the absence of the pixie, and such dependence on social contrivances i am done. done done with the public online entries of my thoughts. to be sure, i will write to you timmmm, and tell you all the stories you want. Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scatterd in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands. Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst. Yet I cannot tarry longer. The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark."
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