people leave. it does not matter what they say, I have noticed. they leave, they always leave. it is the way the world works. I got tired of it.

I decided to write. I decided to put my heart into writing because writing cannot leave me. I imagined I would draw into myself as my self extended out into writing and that would be the world.

I finished the book I have been working on. I want to say that I have finished my book, but it does not feel like it is my book anymore.

it left me. I did not expect this. it is hard to say what it is.

2008-07-09
before and after

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