I remember being so thoughtful it would make one girlish face smile and one pale womanly complexion go inwardly red enough to match her curtains. Thoughtfulness gave me hope my first love would last or be last, in this or other dimensions. It made me doubt all the general directions and feel clean-handedly hurt by nothing in particular. Thoughtful might not mean full of thought, it might not mean original and out of space, but it somewhat defined me. And sad to say, nothing has defined me since. Not the the way it did, at least.
17.11.2009 14:55
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