There's nothing like an honest piece of writing about things most people will not say.
'I have loved people. I have lost them. I went mad when that blow struck me, because it is hell. But there was no witness to my madness, my frenzy was not evident: only my innermost being was mad. Sometimes I became enraged. People would say to me, Why are you so calm? But I was scorched from head to foot; at night I would run through the streets and howl; during the day I would work calmly….'
Maurice Blanchot
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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2 comments:
I agree, and you have a knack for it.
R
funny how we can fool the world into thinking we
A R E
J U S T
F I N E.
When we are really dying inside, isnt it?
xo.
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