I was so small, but I had within me an immense power for living.I had gathered all the starlight in the universe into my eyes in order to bathe you in its glow. A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
:: The Tale of the Rose Consuelo, de Saint -Exupery

Monday, July 16, 2012

And I quote a July 1, 2007 entry . A bit disappointing after 5 years, I still need to hear it, written, with one captive audience. The free.

"I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you're terrible and broken and perfect." - A Softer World
And look who I was, 5 years ago, what quarter-life crisis was then >> Xian in 2007: http://theheartofintrigue.blogspot.com/2007/07/xians-quarter-life-crisis-notes.html
And so we begin, to question.... NOW.