“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” --Sylvia Plath
Thursday, April 19, 2012
this is not a haiku
the only thing stranger than giving birth
is seeing the dead of body of someone
you knew as a child.
I don't know what else to say.
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