I don't know what to say about this. I love it; it strikes me as being so hauntingly sad. The whole book does. Obviously, since I've written a few times in the past couple of weeks. I don't always know how to read it, though. I don't know how to interpret what I'm reading... and especially some of the poetry in there. I'm not that deep yet. Someday, I hope I'll understand something of it, but right now, I read it, and think it's beautiful, and have no idea what it really means.
Sometimes, it scares me, sometimes, it gives me hope... always, it takes me past what I can think in my own mind into someone else's and into the way she sees love. I wonder how I'll describe love "when I'm all grown up"...
infinite || abyss
posted at 11:00 p.m.