Tuesday, August 3, 2010



Does it break my heart? Of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, i never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, i never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance, is bliss, i don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what place did thinking ever bring me? i think and think and think. i've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

-jonathon safran foer


-[To be honest, a few days ago i could say that this is close to the perfect description of the feeling in my life after leaving cali.
in the back of my mind, something is making me want to resort to this quote more and more. although, i KNOW that i shouldn't, because i don't need to.
because i will be fine and because i am fine.]


xx[n/]

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