Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

False Start #4

I used to think that intimacy meant saying everything, complete transparency, everything bathed in light. Now I know it means being able to say anything, but saying little despite it all. It means comfort in the shadows.

posted by ferret at 11:41 pm  

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