I’m sorry.
Stuck as a child playing with his toys, I played my character very well. Forgetting, foolishly that my blessing was slipping away from me. Now, I suffer… Now, I’m stuck in a life without my gift from heaven.
the curious feeling
swam through him
that everything
was
beautiful
there,
that it would always
stay beautiful
there.
swam through him
that everything
was
beautiful
there,
that it would always
stay beautiful
there.
“
| — |
Charles Bukowski
Pain. |
