September 7, 2006
Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be heartbroken, how it feels to love. I don't seem to be capable of it because I am way too rational, way too respectful. I don't demand what I need, I don't take anything. Severine opened up her palms and stared at the dark brown lines. What then? I wash my hands even before they become dirty, prophylactic versus callisthenic has always been a duet fascinating me. Feeling, not thinking, feeling, not analyzing, feeling, feeling, feeling and get hurt. Get hurt, hurt, hurt and surviving. Surviving, surviving, surviving and growing. Calisthenic not prophylactic.